[Intro]
[Instrumental Intro: Low drums strike like oars entering thick water.]

[Verse 1]
The blood stood high against the chest,
No shore could grant the current rest.
We bound his hair around a spur
And dragged the body through the blur.
Each pull brought ribs across the foam,
Each breath smelled iron, salt and loam.
The void that once held nothing sound
Now rolled red water all around.

[Chorus]
Sea from the woond, sea from the vein,
Carry the murdered into rain.
Pull, brothers, pull—let no hand drown;
The blood of the giant is weighing us down.
Sea from the woond, bitter and broad,
The first tide rises beneath the first god.

[Verse 2]
We found his hand beneath the surge,
Its fingers caught along the verge.
VAY set markers, black and white;
VEE-lee measured depth and height.
I tasted blood upon my lip,
A copper oath from every drip.
No wave had lived before that day;
Now waves had learned to disobey.

[Work Chant - Call and Response]

[Male Vocal: Chanter] Heave the shoulder.
[Choir] Heave it clear.
[Male Vocal: Chanter] Bind the ankle.
[Choir] Bring it near.
[Male Vocal: Chanter] Raise the backbone.
[Choir] Turn the head.
[Male Vocal: Chanter] Build tomorrow
[Choir] From the dead.

[Verse 3]
Far off, a wooden vessel spun,
BAIR-gel-meer fleeing what we’d done.
He held his wife above the flood,
The final heirs of giant blood.
I could have cast one spear and closed
The branch from which revenge arose.
Instead I watched the current bear
Their rage toward lands not yet made fair.

[Bridge]
A murderer may strike but once;
A maker touches every consequence.
The sea was not a thing we planned,
Yet there it lay without a strand.
We could not force the blood below—
We had to teach it where to go.

[Instrumental]
[Instrumental Direction: Rowing drums continue as tagelharpa and guitar build a broad melody from the heartbeat motif.]

[Final Chorus]
Sea from the woond, sea from the vein,
Turn the first slaughter into rain.
Pull, brothers, pull—raise body and crown;
The blood of the giant will not drag us down.
Sea from the woond, bitter and broad,
The first tide rises beneath the first god.

[Coda]
Give it a basin, boundary and shore—
What death has opened, our hands must restore.

[Outro]
The tide fell back from EE-meer’s face.
His open eyes reflected space.
Where blood had crossed the empty span,
The first sea waited for the land.