Yggdrasill

Under a broken bough

We hide in the shadows from the blazing sun

Lay down our swords, for the battle is done

Drink mead from a scarred metal flask

Bury our brothers in pyres of ash

A new era has begun

time to harvest our fields and rejoice

Kiss the moon as she dances across the sky

Time to return to the sacred grove of trees

Find peace on the mornings cool damp breeze