Every evening on the same porch
An elder sits, sings an old song
Words fly to the wind from the branches of the ash
Only he remembers the story of that tree
On the frontier of three worlds
Roots in the ground at the spring of all
The giant forever reaching out for heavens
Its sprigs they protect
Enshrining knowledge
The wisdom of an underwater world
A stranger once arrived at the cabin
Along he brought the desert's song
Soon a strange religion also arrived in the village
And many forgot their creator
On the frontier of three worlds
Roots in the ground at the spring of all
The giant forever reaching out for heavens
Time begins before time
A thousand stories with no one to tell them
The fickle fates of men
Here once were dictated
The law of the gods from heights
Reached every world
Rivers frozen in their beds
Elsewhere fed the land
For some it become Hell
Swarming with serpents
On the bosom of mother earth there grew
The ommovable security of life
Drawing its strength from wisdom
Forgotten from time to time
Its sprigs they protected
Enshrined the knowledge
Evening falls at the silent porch
The elder too weary to sing
The green has fallen off the branches of the ash
The last memories burnt away by the sun
On the frontier of three worlds
Roots in the ground at the spring of all
The eternal giant in flames
