URD :
VERDANDI :
SKULD :
VERDANDI :
URD :
VERDANDI :
SKULD :
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URD :
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We are the Norns.
We number three.
We dwell beside the holy tree.
The tree Yggdrasil,
Tree of life,
Whose roots suck from the spring of Time
Which flows in Asgard,
High home of the Gods.
We are the Norns.
When any favoured child is given birth
We make our journey down to earth
To offer blessing,
And foresee its fortune, good and ill.
We are the Norns.
My name is Urd, the first of three.
The Past is mine alone to see.
All those who lived and died of old,
All things long gone are through me told.
I am Verdandi, here and now.
I hold the Present in my brow.
This is the place where all abide.
I see you all and none may hide.
Skuld is my name, the last of three.
I am the Future yet to be.
I wear a veil of blackest lace
That none may see tomorrow’s face.
We are the Norns. We number three.
We dwell beside the holy tree.
The tree Yggdrasil, tree of life,
Whose roots suck from the spring of Time
Which flows in Asgard, High home of the Gods. We are the Norns. (Fading) We are the Norns. We are the
Norns.
Lyrics by Barry Booth
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