Heretique - Yggdrasill

Resurrected are all My burying hopes
Sadness strips My arms
Now I am flowing on broken wings of loss
Within the frozen clouds
Stumbling on The roots of doubt,
That enfold The castle of Niflheim
Trying to find the way out,
Or just a safe place for our camp

The miss voice from deep inside
A stony statue drips with moss
It’s jags will never be repaired

Here I see My ancestors in darkness
Drowning in the sea of frozen tears
Grab your axes and fight by my side – Brothers
The time for final battle has come

Burning Stars…
Now I see the glowing eyes of Dragon…
Well of life…
We’ll survive, ‘cause We drink The essence of might

Restless climb through the branches,
Through the lands of chill and pain
Golden Bridge is our salvation
Without breath we must stand to final fight