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 d**h, 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!