Leaves of Yggdrasil - Myrkur

Under the shady green leaves of Yggdrasil

Three Norns spin a thread so coarse

Fate of man and gods they weave

The fairest maid in all the kingdom

Hair of silver snow and ice

Lives in the heart of every warrior

But one filled her heart’s desires

With a fever of love’s fire

The course of true love

Never did run smooth

How much longer can they endure

Life apart bitter youth

Lost in a land of a thousand forests

Far away from her true love

He kissed her lips so pale and rosy

She dreams till the sun rise up

And then daylight blinds her heart

The fairest maid in all the kingdom

Hair of silver snow and ice

Lives in the heart of every warrior

But one filled her heart’s desires

With a fever of love’s fire