Under the shady green
leaves ofYggdrasil
three Norns spin a
thread so coarse
Fates of man and
gods they weave
The fairest maid
in all the kingdom
hair of silver
snow and ice
lives in the heart
of every warrior
But one filled her
heart's desires
with a fever of
love's fire
The course of
true love
never did
run smooth
How much longer
can they endure
life apart
bitter youth
Lost in a land
of a thousand forests
Far away
from her true love
He kissed her lips
so pale and rosy
She dreams
till the sun rise up
And then daylight
blinds her heart
The fairest maid
in all the kingdom
hair of silver
snow and ice
lives in the heart
of every warrior
But one filled her
heart's desires
with a fever of
love's fire