[Intro][Cello and tagelharpa play the three-note motif in slow unison; low female wordless harmony enters under the riff.]

[Verse 1][Female Vocal: Narrator]
They wrapped her in wool, not mercy or care,
Frost took the threads in her black little hair.
One cheek was morning, one cheek was grave,
One hand reached out and no god was brave.
The bridge to the lower mist opened its stone,
Odin spoke law in a fatherless tone.
Loki stood bound by a room full of spears,
Biting down thunder and swallowing tears.

[Pre-Chorus][Female Vocal: Narrator]
Cold under root, cold under name,
They sent her below and called it blame.

[Chorus][Female Vocal with Gang Vocals]
Half of Her Face was alive when she fell,
Half of Her Face knew the road into Hel.
Half of Her Face turned pale in the snow,
Banish a daughter and a kingdom will grow.

[Verse 2][Female Vocal: Narrator]
Niflheim listened with doors made of rime,
Every dead footstep kept perfect time.
She learned the names of the breathless and drowned,
She learned how silence can carry a crown.
No cradle was waiting, no fire was fed,
Only the loyal uncounted dead.
Her living eye burned while the corpse-eye saw
The kindness of frost and the violence of law.

[Pre-Chorus][Female Vocal: Narrator]
Cold under root, cold under throne,
A child went down and rose alone.

[Chorus][Female Vocal with Gang Vocals]
Half of Her Face was alive when she fell,
Half of Her Face knew the road into Hel.
Half of Her Face turned pale in the snow,
Banish a daughter and a kingdom will grow.

[Instrumental Break][Slow guitar harmonics answer low female wordless harmony.]

[Bridge][Female Vocal: Narrator]
If you fear the dead, do not make them kin;
If you fear the gate, do not lock her in.
She did not choose the frozen chair,
But she learned each name that arrived down there.

[Breakdown][Gang Vocals]
No sun.
No song.
No father’s hand.
Only bones that understand.

[Final Chorus][Female Vocal with Gang Vocals]
Half of Her Face was alive when she fell,
Half of Her Face knew the road into Hel.
Half of Her Face turned pale in the snow,
Banish a daughter and a kingdom will grow.
Half of Her Face now watches the gate,
Cold is the child you taught to wait.

[Outro][Female Vocal: Narrator]
Under the roots where the pale fires crawl,
Hel keeps a cup for the gods when they fall.
Half of her mouth never needed to cry,
Half of her smile knows who will die.