[Verse 1]
In the shadow of Yggdrasil’s might,
Where roots grasp deep into endless night,
Darkened soil hides secrets of old,
Stories of gods and warriors bold.

The serpent coils with eyes that gleam,
In darkness hidden from Odin’s dream.
Beneath the weight of worlds above,
Lies power of fire, wisdom, and blood.

[Chorus]
Under the root of the World Tree,
Where shadows guard the prophecy.
Ancient spirits rise and roam,
Calling lost souls back to their home.

Under the root, where darkness thrives,
The echo of fate, the binding of lives.
All secrets await in the earth’s dark womb,
At the edge of glory, death, and doom.

[Verse 2]
Nine realms weave through bark and bone,
A cosmic thread, a fate unknown.
From the eagle’s cry to the wolf’s howl,
The tree bears life, fury, and soul.

Down where Nidhogg gnaws the root,
Where death and life forever dispute,
Warriors fallen, dragons deep,
In Yggdrasil’s roots, the secrets sleep.

[Verse 3]
Blood of the slain, tears of the wise,
Soaked in the root where valor lies.
Valhalla’s call, a thunderous song,
Echoes where the roots grow strong.

As the rivers flow from the Norn’s sight,
The runes foretell of endless night.
A final clash, a storm of fire,
Where gods and beasts meet their pyre.

[Chorus]
Under the root of the World Tree,
Where shadows guard the prophecy.
Ancient spirits rise and roam,
Calling lost souls back to their home.

Under the root, where darkness thrives,
The echo of fate, the binding of lives.
All secrets await in the earth’s dark womb,
At the edge of glory, death, and doom.

[Outro – Epico, orchestral crescendo]
Under the root, the silence stirs,
As gods and mortals blend and blur.
Through endless night, the tree shall stand,
Holding the fate of Midgard’s land.