Ashen the world creates itself Up the branches down the roots Pecked at

by birds By worms gnawed At the crossroads By the graves among the

rowan trees Nailed white as ivory With skulls that grin amidst the rot



For strange are these woods to fare Stranger the fruit they bear



Oh hang me high Upon that tree For all the secrets to find me As

ravens' claws As eagles' bills As Wotan's eyes upon the hills Oh ten I

have of fingers fine For all the evil's work in the night Oh baby I will

grow for you from a tree



Burning with glory



Given to trolls and ogre broods Days will drown in twilight's gloom

Where black dogs howl Pulling up mandragore Chained to the ash forever

more Deaf to the world's grey roar Digging up treasures vile and foul



Eye for an eye for a rune Drawing down the waning moon Howled at by all

wolves Ensnared 'til the day of doom



So hang me high Upon that tree For all the secrets to find me As

ravens' claws As eagles' bills As Wotan's eyes upon the hills Oh ten I

have of fingers fine For all the evil's work in the night Oh baby I will

grow for you from a tree



Burning with glory



All crooks and ghouls who understand Cherish the work of idle hands All

of the pages turned All of the treasures yearned All of the fingers

burned



Burning with Glory