Deep beneath the forest An old shrew is in slumber Holding the twines of life in Her shivering oppressed hands Branded by the elapsed eras Sallow and gasping sitting In a cave in which The final breath is slowly hushed An old saying tells us Treat as you want to be treated Seems to be forgotten And replaced by scorn Like a sword stroke Deep in her heart Our mother is dying Forlorn and weak The yarns are cut Fenris free I see what you can't see Mother earth has died Brought down by her sons And our course is straight Straight into the abyss of eternity The last battle of Midgard And our destiny is to die The last hope is gone Evaporated to dust The reason for her call Is the aftermath of us all