There stands an ash called Yggdrasil A mighty tree showered in white hail From there come the dooms that fall in the valleys It stands evergreen above Urd's well From there comes maidens, very wise Three from the lake that lies beneath the pole One is called Urd, she's the weaver of faith Another, Verdandi, who's forever present Skuld is the third, the future lives within her Together they carve into the tree the lives and destinies of children, men, and gods To them, the All-Knowing, we pay our dues today As we bring you our hymn Yggdrasil