Omma - King of Asgard

The mountain crown, the mountain spirit farthest North

She is bound in the guise of a Horned Owl

Wife of the One eyed Åme

The queen of mist in the shadows dance

Rises high above the fertile plain

Of past of present, of memory and of man

She’s lurking the corner of dawn

Ancient, ever being, never ceasing

Of seven oak forests grown, of seven rotted down

Still proud she stand

Shape and torn, as dew was gone

A monument, a bewitching hand

Bound sacrifice, great eternal youth

In stillness withdrawn, dreamless for evermore

Arose as she’s drawn

A gateway to where our worlds meet and manifest

A portal to where our worlds collide

Omma… Omma… Omma… Omma…

Omma… Omma… Omma… Omma…

Across the meadows, a veil of mist

As above the dangerous waters

She’s wandering, cold and clear

Reaches out and embrace in despair and disgrace

As the tears of Wetur come

Crushing tear, ruin down

The steep, red wall, the lair of the mountain

King Shiver, beware…

And so they went the mountain seven times around

Thus destiny be told, their fate be carued

Omma… Omma… Omma… Omma…

Omma… Omma… Omma… Omma…

A gateway to where our worlds meet and manifest

A portal to where our worlds collide