[Intro][Three hammer blows on stone establish the main rhythm before guitars and floor toms answer.]
[Magni and Móði, male duet, alternating calls]
Two hands found thunder.
Two hands choose its aim.

[Verse 1: Magni, low male baritone]
We found it deep where the goat-cart lay,
Under black beams and roof of clay.
Leather was burned, but the handle held,
Runes in iron still sharply spelled.

[Móði, rough male tenor]
I cleared the rubble and salted sand;
My brother raised iron with a steady hand.
Thunder rolled though the sky was blue,
As if father had broken through.

[Pre-Chorus: Magni and Móði, male duet, call and response]
The grip knew blood; the head knew bone.
It guarded gods and shattered stone.
Old battles rang within its ring—
A weapon remembers everything.

[Chorus: Magni and Móði, male duet, unison]
We are the Sons Who Carried Thunder,
But we will not drive the green earth under.
Hammer in hand, we shelter the land,
Raise up a roof where the war-halls spanned.
Let lightning answer to every hand—
We are the sons, but we choose where we stand.

[Verse 2: Móði, rough male tenor]
Brother, the giants may rise again.
Fear may return in the shape of a friend.

[Magni, low male baritone]
Fear built the walls that the fire brought down.
It sharpened the spear and guarded the crown.

[Magni and Móði, alternating lines]
One measured timber, one lifted the frame;
No dying creature was asked for its name.
The first new strike split no royal head—
It drove a roof peg in the meadow instead.

[Chorus: Magni and Móði, male duet, unison]
We are the Sons Who Carried Thunder,
But we will not drive the green earth under.
Hammer in hand, we shelter the land,
Raise up a roof where the war-halls spanned.
Let lightning answer to every hand—
We are the sons, but we choose where we stand.

[Drum Break][Floor toms and iron strikes alternate in a work-song rhythm.]

[Verse 3: Magni and Móði, male duet, alternating lines]
Two pillars rose beside the stream,
Not for a temple, a throne or a dream.
A place for grain and a place for rain,
Where no drawn sword would measure gain.
Children unborn may sleep below,
Never required to praise or know
The god whose knuckles shaped this head—
A tool serves the living, not the dead.

[Bridge: Magni and Móði, male duet, restrained harmony]
Father, your temper livs in the weight,
Your laugh in the spark, your grief at the gate.
Strength is not measured by who has to die;
Measure the arm by the roof standing high.

[Guitar Solo][A compact twin-guitar melody follows the hammer rhythm while tagelharpa sustains the album motif.]

[Final Chorus: Magni and Móði, male duet, full unison]
We are the Sons Who Carried Thunder,
And we will not drive the green earth under.
Hammer in hand, we shelter the land,
Shape beam and doorway, bridge and strand.
We carry the thunder, we loosen its chain;
The hammer that killed now protects from the rain.

[Outro: Magni and Móði, male duet, a cappella]
No skull beneath it,
No king above—
A house held together
By labour and love.
