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Far up north there grows a tree

It's splendour plain for you to see

Behold, the branches carry

Earth, universe and all -

Greed is eating at its roots

Breeding the impending fall

The eagle high up in the crown

In combat with the snake of earth

The tree forebodes its death, we frown -

Firewood, for ruin's hearth

The end is near, the tree will fall

Betrayed by every man and beast

And meanwhile in a golden hall

Hypocrites, liars thrive and feast

But at last the all-cleansing war-fire rages

Devouring man and gods alike

Ignorants finally getting their wages

Heads of the earth ending pierced on a spike

Blood and poison, fire and ice

Cleaning the slate can be oh so nice!