In the void's silent breath,
Ancient whispers of death and birth.
From the abyss, the cosmos cried,
Under a blackened, starless sky,
Ymir fell, the giant so wide,
From his body, the worlds align.
Rise, Yggdrasil, rise through the ash,
Linking the realms with each mighty thrash,
Roots deep in myths, where shadows clash,
Nine worlds await the eternal splash.
Beneath the stars, the life tree stands,
Guarding the secrets in its holy lands,
Eagle and serpent, in destiny's hands,
Tales woven tight in Yggdrasil's strands.
Rise, Yggdrasil, rise through the ash,
Linking the realms with each mighty thrash,
Roots deep in myths, where shadows clash,
Nine worlds await the eternal splash.
In the whispers of the ancient tree,
Lies the pulse of worlds, forever free.