(verse 1 - Beneath the veil of time, where the cosmos began Stands the Ash of ages, a celestial plan Its branches are woven through starlight and stone The great central pillar where the Nine Worlds are known. From the well of Urd, where the Norns weave their fate The roots drink the wisdom that makes the universe great. Midgard is cradled, where humanity dwells Between the bright heavens and the dark, icy wells. (Chorus - Tempo increases, full band hits with powerful vocals) Yggdrasil! The Root and the Reach, the unyielding design! It holds the whole structure, a scaffold divine! From the halls of Asgard to the realm of the dead, It groans with the burden of all that is said. The dew from its leaves is the sustenance of life, A silent reminder above all the strife! We live in its shadow, eternal and vast, The trunk of existence, from first breath to last! (Verse 2 - Driving rhythm, focusing on the inhabitants) Up the bark climbs the squirrel, Ratatosk, sharp and fast, Carrying sharp words that forever will last. Between the great Eagle, whose gaze is profound, And the serpent Níðhöggr, who gnaws underground. In the mist of Niflheim, where the frost giants wait, The roots of the great Ash seal the terrible gate. And beneath every realm, where the secrets reside, The tremors of chaos the mighty trunk hide. (Bridge - Symphonic section, slow and dramatic) Oh, the trials of the Tree! It constantly suffers From the rot and the creatures, the world's harsh buffers. For the goats feed on leaves, and the roots take a toll, Yet Yggdrasil stands, guarding every soul. It knows the deep future, the fiery last day, When the boughs will shake violently, and all will give way. The great Ragnarök storm, when the gods meet their end, Only the Ash's great core will refuse to bend. (Guitar Solo - Soaring, high-pitched melody, evoking the vastness of space and the height of the tree) (Chorus - Full power, repeated) Yggdrasil! The Root and the Reach, the unyielding design! It holds the whole structure, a scaffold divine! From the halls of Asgard to the realm of the dead, It groans with the burden of all that is said. The dew from its leaves is the sustenance of life, A silent reminder above all the strife! We live in its shadow, eternal and vast, The trunk of existence, from first breath to last! (Outro - It stands... it endures... The fate of the worlds is in its fibrous cores... Yggdrasil... (Final, sustained choir note fades)
