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Deep within the branches of Yggdrasil, the World Tree of Norse mythology, runs a small but legendary creature — Ratatoskr, the messenger squirrel.

According to the ancient sagas and the Poetic Edda, Ratatoskr carries messages between the mighty eagle at the top of Yggdrasil and the dragon Nidhogg, who gnaws at the roots below. But his whispers are not peaceful… they fuel rivalry, anger, and endless conflict.

This song tells the legend of Ratatoskr, the mysterious runner of the World Tree. Inspired by ancient Viking storytelling, skaldic poetry, and Nordic myth, the music evokes the atmosphere of longhouses, ritual drums, and the echoes of sagas told beside the fire.

In the mythology of the North, even the smallest creature can move the fate of gods.

Let the whispers of Yggdrasil travel through the roots and branches once again.

Lyrics

Yggdrasil rises in the center of the worlds
Roots in the well where the Norns decree fate
High in the branches an eagle watches
Nine realms turning beneath its gaze

Deep in the darkness under the roots
Nidhogg gnaws with venom and rage
Teeth on the bark of the ancient tree
Warring against the passing age

But on the trunk a shadow moves
Faster than wind through northern snow

Ratatoskr runs the World Tree high and low
Bearer of whispers the gods all know
From the eagle’s crown to the dragon below
Carrying sparks that set hate aglow

Ratatoskr laughing through bark and storm
Words like arrows in secret form
Up through the branches down through the roots
Chaos awakens wherever he shoots

“Listen, dragon,” the small voice says
“The eagle mocks your crawling might
He laughs at the bite of your weary teeth
And calls your fury hollow tonight.”

Then up he runs to the crown of leaves
Where the eagle rides the endless sky
“Great lord above,” the runner speaks
“Nidhogg curses your wings on high.”

Back and forth the whispers fly
Like winter winds through ancient wood

Ratatoskr runs the World Tree high and low
Bearer of whispers the gods all know
From the eagle’s crown to the dragon below
Carrying sparks that set hate aglow

Ratatoskr laughing through bark and storm
Words like arrows in secret form
Up through the branches down through the roots
Chaos awakens wherever he shoots

The eagle screams to the northern wind
The dragon tears at the ancient roots
Thunder rolls through the world-tree limbs
While the little runner salutes

For wars are born not only by steel
Nor always by the clash of shields
Sometimes a whisper in cunning ears
Is the sharpest blade the world can wield

Ratatoskr runs the World Tree high and low
Messenger swift where the cold winds blow
From heaven’s height to the depths below
Sowing the storms that rage and grow

Ratatoskr laughing through bark and storm
Fate in motion with every word
As long as Yggdrasil stands in the worlds
The echo of whispers will still be heard.