Leaves Of Yggdrasil
Myrkur
Under the shady green
Leaves of Yggdrasil
Three norms spinning
Threads so coarse
Fates of men
Guards they weave
The fairest maiden of the kingdom
Hair of silver, snow and ice
Lives in the heart of every warrior
But one filled her hearts desires
With the fever of love's fire
The course of true love
Never did run smooth
How much longer can they indure
Life apart, bitter youth
Lost in the land of a thousand forests
Far away from her true love
He kissed her lips, so mellow and rosy
She dreams til the Sun rise up
And then daylight blinds her heart
The fairest maiden of the kingdom
Hair of silver, snow and ice
Lives in the heart of every warrior
But one filled her hearts desires
With the fever of love's fire
