There stands an ash called Yggdrasil A mighty tree, showered in white hail From there come the dews that fall in the valleys It stand ever green above Urd's well From there come maidens, very wise. Three from the lake that lies beneath the pole. One is called Urd, she's the weaver of faith Another Verdande who's forever present Skuld is the third, the future lives within her Together they carve into the tree the lives and destines of children, men and gods To them, the all-knowing, we pay our dues this day as we bring you our hymn, Yggdrasil