[Intro]
[Instrumental Intro: Three guitars enter one after another above a galloping 12/8 floor-tom pattern.]

[Verse 1]
We wrapped our wrists in woven hide,
No witness walked at either side.
VEE-lee bore the piercing spear,
VAY the hook that fastened fear.
I carried no ancestral blade;
No smith had lived, no forge was made.
I raised a shard of MOOS-pel stone,
Red at the edge and black at the bone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Three breaths drawn in, three names said low,
Across the rime we chose to go.
No horn announced, no banner cried—
Only the dark stood open wide.

[Chorus]
Three blades in GIN-nung-ah-gap,
Three bright cuts on the colorless map.
One for will, one marking place,
One eye held to the giant’s face.

[Verse 2]
The giant’s children smelled the heat,
They rose like ridges round his feet.
We moved between their drowsing forms,
Through poisoned sleet and ember storms.
Each drop that struck our shields would hiss;
The void had never sounded like this.
Behind, no road preserved our track;
Ahead, his pulse kept calling us back.

[Pre-Chorus]
Three breaths drawn out, three shadows cast,
The hour without an hour had passed.
His sleeping ribs drew out our path—
No turning back across the gap.

[Chorus]
Three blades in GIN-nung-ah-gap,
Three bright cuts on the colorless map.
One for will, one marking place,
One eye held to the giant’s face.

[Instrumental]
[Instrumental Direction: Tagelharpa begins the three-note motif; three guitar leads successively distort it while drums shorten the spaces between every heartbeat.]

[Bridge]
[Male Vocal: VEE-lee] When thought is divided, let purpose decide.
[Male Vocal: VAY] When place has no border, cut border from hide.
[Male Vocal: OH-din] When sight shows the cost, do not call yourself blind.
[Choir] What order is worthy if mercy is left behind?
[Male Vocal: OH-din] No order is worthy. No chaos is kind.
[Male Vocal: OH-din] We carry both truths as we cross the last line.

[Break]
No dawn.
No grave.
No law but the oath that the three brothers gave.

[Break - Response]
No field.
No foam.
We kill what is living to fashion a home.

[Build-up]
His eyelid moved.
His fingers spread.
The frost cracked open beneath his head.
The first heart struck—
Once. Twice. Three.
And EE-meer opened his eyes on me.

[Final Chorus]
Three blades in GIN-nung-ah-gap,
Three red cuts on the colorless map.
One for will, one marking place,
One held still at EE-meer’s face.

[Coda]
OH-din, VEE-lee, VAY—stand fast.
The age without murder has reached its last.

[Outro]
The giant rose; the void grew small.
His shoulders seemed to roof it all.
Three brothers tightened hand and strap—
Three blades in GIN-nung-ah-gap.
