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