Track 01
Roots of Yggdrasil
A song of Eira — the depth that remembers
Wisdom · Fate · Memory · Understanding
Roots of Yggdrasil
The Myth
At the center of the Norse cosmos stands Yggdrasil, the immense ash whose branches extend across the heavens and whose roots bind together the worlds of gods, giants, humanity, and the dead. More than a tree, Yggdrasil is the living structure of the cosmos—a place where creation, fate, wisdom, decay, and renewal meet.
In the Prose Edda, three great roots extend from Yggdrasil, each reaching toward a different realm and source of water. Beneath one lies Urðarbrunnr, the Well of Urðr, where the Norns—Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld—shape the fates of gods and humankind and tend the tree with water and sacred clay.
Another reaches toward Mímir’s well, a source of wisdom and understanding. Odin desired its knowledge so deeply that he surrendered one of his eyes for a drink from its waters—a sacrifice that made wisdom something purchased, rather than freely given.
The third root reaches toward the primordial cold of Niflheim and Hvergelmir, where the serpent-dragon Níðhöggr gnaws at Yggdrasil from below. Other creatures inhabit the tree as well, while an eagle watches from its highest branches.
Yggdrasil therefore exists under constant strain. It is nourished and wounded, flourishing and decaying at once. Even at Ragnarök, when the established order of the gods collapses, the World Tree remains bound to the mystery of survival and renewal.
Reflection
Roots of Yggdrasil sees the World Tree as more than the architecture of the Norse cosmos. It becomes an image of existence itself.
Its roots reach simultaneously toward fate, wisdom, and darkness. At one, the Norns weave what will become. At another, knowledge demands sacrifice. At another, destruction never stops gnawing.
And still the tree grows.
That contradiction lies at the heart of the song. Life is not sustained because darkness, loss, or uncertainty have been defeated. Yggdrasil endures while carrying all of them. Its strength comes not from escaping the forces that threaten it, but from remaining rooted while those forces act upon it.
The three wells also echo the three voices of UROR. Beauty gives life something worth preserving. Strength allows it to endure. Wisdom allows it to understand. None exists entirely alone, just as no single root sustains the World Tree.
Past and future, birth and death, knowledge and mystery all meet beneath its branches.
Kingdoms fall. The roots remember.
Lyrics
Before the stars were carved in frost Before the fire… before the lost One ash arose from silent stone And held the worlds… as one… alone… Its branches touched the northern light Its roots drank deep from endless night And every realm… from death to sky… Was born beneath… its watching eye… Root below… branch above… Stone of fate… blood of love… Water deep… secrets grow… Only ancient mothers know… Yggdrasil… Yggdrasil… Mother of the nine-fold flame Through frost and fire… through life and death… The worlds all speak your name Yggdrasil… Yggdrasil… Root of all that lives and dies Drink from fate… drink from wisdom… Drink where ancient darkness lies At one root… the sisters weave What kings will hold… what kings will leave At one root… the one-eyed came And paid in blood… to learn the name At one root… in frozen stone The dragon feeds… below… alone… Yet still she stands… through tooth and flame… Unbroken… still the same… Hei-ya… Hei-ya… Past and future… root and bone… Hei-ya… Hei-ya… Nine worlds carved… in ash and stone… Hei-ya… Hei-ya… Water deep… the old wells call… Hei-ya… Hei-ya… One tree holds… the fate of all… Yggdrasil… Yggdrasil… When stars grow dark and kingdoms fall Through Ragnarök… through ash and flame… Your roots remember all….
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