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 rotFor strange are these woods to fare / Stranger the fruit they bearOh hang me high / Upon that tree / For all the secrets to find me / As ravensô claws / As eaglesô bills / As Wotanôs eyes upon the hills / Oh ten I have of fingers fine / For all the evilôs work in the night / Oh baby I will grow for you from a treeBurning with gloryGiven to trolls and ogre broods / Days will drown in twilightôs gloom / Where black dogs howl / Pulling up mandragore / Chained to the ash forever more / Deaf to the worldôs grey roar / Digging up treasures vile and foulEye for an eye for a rune / Drawing down the waning moon / Howled at by all wolves / Ensnared ôtil the day of doomSo hang me high / Upon that tree / For all the secrets to find me / As ravensô claws / As eaglesô bills / As Wotanôs eyes upon the hills / Oh ten I have of fingers fine / For all the evilôs work in the night / Oh baby I will grow for you from a treeBurning with gloryAll 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