Far up north there grows a tree It's splendor plain for you to see Behold, the branches carry Earth, universe and all Greed is eating at its roots Breeding the impending fall The eagle high up in the crown In combat with the snake of earth The tree forebodes its death, we frown Firewood, for ruin's hearth The end is near, the tree will fall Betrayed by every man and beast And meanwhile in a golden hall Hypocrites, liars thrive and feast But at last the all-cleansing war-fire rages Devouring man and gods alike Ignorants finally getting their wages Heads of the earth ending pierced on a spike Blood and poison, fire and ice Cleaning the slate can be oh so nice!