Beneath the Roots of Níðhöggr

Описание: [Intro]
Hoist that sail
Bite that cold wind deep
Name carved under the keel
We pray that the roots don’t bleed

[Verse 1]
Row, row, knuckles gone white
Salt in the cut, teeth in the night
Old man whispers over black waves
“Don’t dream of the serpent under those graves”
Bones in the hull, we’re a floating cairn
Runes in the mast start to twist and burn
In the fog, hear a rumble like stone
Like a god chewing iron and bone

[Chorus]
Níðhöggr, tearing at the roots
Gnawing on the world tree’s wounds
If the trunk falls, we fall too
So we sing, so we scream at you
Níðhöggr, keeper of the doom
Breath so sour it wilts the moon
If the sky breaks, we break through
Raise that roar till it shakes you (hey!)

[Verse 2]
Eyes like coals in the underbark dark
Tongue drips venom on the cradle of the spark
We sail where the roots stitch sea to stone
Where the dead hum hymns through marrow and bone
Crew all marked with the same red brand
“Oath or ash” on the back of the hand
If we choke on the smoke of the end, then fine
We’ll ride that dragon down the spine of the pines

[Pre-Chorus]
Stomp on the plank till the boards talk back
Chainmail sings, steel hearts all crack
If the crown of the ash starts to sway, don’t run
We are storm, we are spite, we are sons

[Chorus]
Níðhöggr, tearing at the roots
Gnawing on the world tree’s wounds
If the trunk falls, we fall too
So we sing, so we scream at you
Níðhöggr, keeper of the doom
Breath so sour it wilts the moon
If the sky breaks, we break through
Raise that roar till it shakes you

[Bridge]
Kulning voice on the edge of the brine
Calling names that were swallowed by time
(ooh-hey-yo)
Come home, come home, from the root and the reef
Leave that worm to his hunger and grief

[Chant]
Row hard, don’t look down
Teeth in the dark want your crown
Row hard, blood and breath
Sing in the face of death (hey!)

[Chorus]
Níðhöggr, tearing at the roots
Gnawing on the world tree’s wounds
If the trunk falls, we fall too
So we sing, so we scream at you
Níðhöggr, keeper of the doom
Breath so sour it wilts the moon
If the sky breaks, we break through
If the sky breaks, we break through
Níðhöggr, we’re coming for you