[Intro]
[Floor toms state the album rhythm; distorted guitar turns the three-note harmonium motif into a hard descending riff.]

[Verse 1]
The CEO calls me at quarter to six.
His lawyers have drafted a practical fix.
A payment for effort, a statement agreed,
A clause that defines what no one may read.
He places the envelope flat on the table.
“Take this,” he says, “while the offer is stable.”
The number inside would not cover the price
Of one night hanging for knowledge and sight.

[Pre-Chorus]
He says, “You gave much, and we want to be fair.”
I say, “Fair would be naming the people not there.”
He says, “Sign the paper; we all compromise.”
I look at his pen with my one open eye.

[Chorus]
No bonus for sacrifice,
No stock for an eye.
No pension for the truth you price,
No ladder to the sky.
Keep your bonus, keep your advice—
I will not be billed twice.

[Verse 2]
Hugin restores every file that was cleared.
Munin attaches every name that disappeared.
I send the report to the workers at seven,
From basement reception to floor twenty-seven.
No slogans, no summary, no managed release,
Just invoices, warnings and names of the ceased.
The message goes out with a subject precise:
“There is no bonus for sacrifice.”

[Pre-Chorus]
The servers begin with a low rising sound.
A thousand small truths leave the room and go round.
The CEO reaches to sever the line.
Gungnir stands upright. The cable is mine.

[Chorus]
No bonus for sacrifice,
No stock for an eye.
No pension for the truth you price,
No ladder to the sky.
Keep your bonus, keep your advice—
I will not be billed twice.

[Instrumental Break]
[Distorted guitar and harmonium drive the motif while floor toms expand into a long, uneven procession.]

[Bridge]
I do not summon a flood or a flame.
I do not curse their children by name.
I open the records. I show what they did.
The truth needs no thunder when nothing is hid.

[Break]
[CEO]
“You will never work here again.”

[Odin]
“At last, a forecast I trust.”

[Build-up]
I pull on my coat and loosen my tie.
Hugin tests thought in the open air.
Munin remembers the route to the tree.
The lift doors open on B, G and free.

[Final Chorus]
No bonus for sacrifice,
No stock for an eye.
No pension for the truth you price,
No ladder to the sky.
Keep your bonus, keep your advice.
Every lie still has a price.

[Post-Chorus]
[Workers]
Who owns the warning?
[Odin]
Whoever must know.
[Workers]
What is wisdom worth?
[Odin]
More than their hourly rate.
[Workers]
Where do we go now?
[Odin]
Out through the gate.

[Outro]
[The band continues beneath the sound of one office door closing.]

The spear leaves the printer.
The birds leave the screen.
One chair remains empty
In Valhalla 3B.
