[Intro][War-horn states the three-note motif before tremolo guitars erupt; ensemble vocals enter in staggered character lines.]

[Verse 1][Ensemble Narration]
Fenrir pulls night through the teeth of his chain,
Every iron law in the cord feels pain.
Jörmungandr rises, a ring in the foam,
Breaking the borders that named him alone.
Hel opens gates where the quiet ones wait,
No crown in her hand, only keys at the gate.
Loki stands laughing with grief in his throat,
Reading old oaths from a blood-spattered note.

[Pre-Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Root, ring, ribbon, red on the hand,
What you buried now walks the land.

[Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Children of the Trickster, born under blame,
Raised by the wound and called by the flame.
Children of the Trickster, fang, frost, and scale,
You forged the storm when you hammered the nail.

[Verse 2][Ensemble Narration]
Odin sits armored beneath a dead sun,
Counting the wars that his wisdom has won.
Thor hears the sea scrape under the sky,
Týr hears a wolf and remembers why.
The halls start shaking, the rafters split,
Every quiet lie throws sparks from it.
Not monsters marching from nowhere’s door,
But children returning from what came before.

[Pre-Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Root, ring, ribbon, breath in the dark,
Every old fear becomes its spark.

[Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Children of the Trickster, born under blame,
Raised by the wound and called by the flame.
Children of the Trickster, fang, frost, and scale,
You forged the storm when you hammered the nail.

[Instrumental Break][Tagelharpa, war-horn, and lead guitar trade the motif over blast-tom patterns.]

[Bridge][Character Call-and-Response]
[Female Vocal: Hel]
“I kept what you threw away.”
[Low Male Vocal: Jörmungandr]
“I circled every shore.”
[Harsh Male Vocal: Fenrir]
“I remember the hand.”
[Male Vocal: Loki]
“Now understand.”

[Breakdown][Gang Vocals]
This is not chaos. This is return.
This is the lesson crowns refuse to learn.
This is the cradle. This is the chain.
This is the child you taught into pain.

[Build-up][Ensemble Narration]
Gates under frost begin to unseal,
Scales under water grind like steel.
Wolf-breath darkens the reddening dome,
The trickster’s children are coming home.

[Final Chorus][Gang Vocals]
Children of the Trickster, born under blame,
Raised by the wound and called by the flame.
Children of the Trickster, fang, frost, and scale,
You forged the storm when you hammered the nail.
Children of the Trickster, no cradle, no chain,
A prophecy starves when you stop feeding pain.

[Outro][Gang vocals repeat over slowing half-time drums.]
Fang. Frost. Scale.
Root. Ring. Nail.
Blood. Breath. Name.
No child leaves the same.