Among the leaves of the Ash There Stand Four Where hence fall the rivers From stags horn And within the water The Elk-Sedge grows With a touch so simple Blood of severed hands flow And as waters rise tall, there looking down are four Harts of Valhal And within the waters below, there we remain drifting
Lost in the wandering current And as worlds go by There stand four And among the leaves Remain watchful eyes And within the water The Elk-Sedge grows With a touch so simple Blood of severed hands flow