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Ashen the world creates itself & Up the branches down the roots & Pecked at
by birds & By worms gnawed & At the crossroads & By the graves among the
rowan trees & Nailed white as ivory & With skulls that grin amidst the rot
For strange are these woods to fare & Stranger the fruit they bear
Oh hang me high & Upon that tree & For all the secrets to find me & As
ravens' claws & As eagles' bills & As Wotan's eyes upon the hills & Oh ten I
have of fingers fine & For all the evil's work in the night & Oh baby I will
grow for you from a tree
Burning with glory
Given to trolls and ogre broods & Days will drown in twilight's gloom &
Where black dogs howl & Pulling up mandragore & Chained to the ash forever
more & Deaf to the world's grey roar & Digging up treasures vile and foul
Eye for an eye for a rune & Drawing down the waning moon & Howled at by all
wolves & Ensnared 'til the day of doom
So hang me high & Upon that tree & For all the secrets to find me & As
ravens' claws & As eagles' bills & As Wotan's eyes upon the hills & Oh ten I
have of fingers fine & For all the evil's work in the night & Oh baby I will
grow for you from a tree
Burning with glory
All crooks and ghouls who understand & Cherish the work of idle hands & All
of the pages turned & All of the treasures yearned & All of the fingers
burned
Burning with Glory
HATA BİLDİR
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