Moribund

Moribund
Ask veitk standa
hęitir Yggdrasill
hǫ́r baðmr, ausinn
hvíta-auri
þaðan koma dǫggvar
þærs í dala falla
stęndr æ yfir grœnn
Urðar brunni
Beyond the web of time
In the shadowlands
Lie the future and the past
What has always been
What is always there
In the everlasting vast
Far beneath the worlds
By the ancient roots
Three old, three grand, three wise
Power to forsee
Trails of victory
Or calamitous demise
By the roots of the nine
Our life and death the norns twine
Visions in the past
Whispers in the dark
Can you break the spell of their mark
Moribund
The red cuts on your skin
Moribund
Becomes a path that leads beyond the gates
Moribund
The sepulchral rites will begin
Moribund
With the crimson scars that draw your fate
With wisdom mighty
From the halls up high
To set our fates
Beneath the sky
The threads of life
Spun by three
In the well of doom
Beneath the tree
Beneath the nine worlds
Through the mists of time
One above in wisdom bright
By the future and the present
She can see your path
In the dark and in the light
As another dawn unfolds
A slave is born
What has nothing seen can't break the spell
Of witchcraft you make speak
But what you seek
Lies hidden down the well
Þaðan koma męyjar
margs vitandi
þríar ór þeim sæ
es und þolli stendr
(Urð hétu ęina
aðra Verðandi
skǫ́ru á skíði
Skuld hina þriðju)
þær lǫg lǫgðu
þær líf køru
alda bǫrnum
ørlǫg sęggja