[Intro]
[Fast frame drums and muted guitars imitate an uneven heartbeat beneath a sharp nyckelharpa lead.]

[Verse 1]
[Female Lead]
I left a dark trail from the shattered gate,
Each step came slower, each breath came late.
The pass rose white like a sharpened jaw,
No path beneath me, no human law.
My mail froze hard where the spear had torn,
My boots filled red in the early morn.
I told the mountain, “Take what remains,”
Then heard soft feet on the frozen plains.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Lead]
Six pale shapes on the ridge stood still,
Six pairs of eyes against my will.
No growl, no leap, no hunter’s cry—
They watched me fall, but not to die.

[Chorus]
[Female Lead]
Carried by white teeth over ridge and stone,
No hand held the queen; the wild brought her home.
Carried by white teeth through the cutting sleet,
A scar-eyed wolf kept pace with my heartbeat.
I offered the snow every breath I could lose—
The wolves gave me life I was too weak to choose.

[Verse 2]
[Female Lead]
One took my cloak in a careful bite,
Two braced my shoulders against the night.
Their bodies warmed what the cold had numbed,
Their paws made roads where no soldiers had come.
The scar-eyed leader looked into me,
Not at the wounds, but the will underneath.
She turned uphill as the daylight died,
And something older moved at her side.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Lead]
The gale spoke low through her silver fur,
A voice half mine and half of her.
“Your dead are near, though their halls are gone.
Breathe once more, daughter. Carry on.”

[Chorus]
[Female Lead]
Carried by white teeth over ridge and stone,
No hand held the queen; the wild brought her home.
Carried by white teeth through the cutting sleet,
A scar-eyed wolf kept pace with my heartbeat.
I offered the snow every breath I could lose—
The wolves gave me life I was too weak to choose.

[Instrumental Break]
[Nyckelharpa and lead guitar trade the Frostheart motif above fast galloping drums.]

[Verse 3]
[Female Lead]
At dawn we reached an abandoned shrine,
Antlers and stones in a crooked line.
They laid me down by a sulphur spring,
Beside the grave of a nameless king.
The scar-eyed wolf brought a strip of hide,
My father’s crest on the frozen side.
It should have burned in the longhouse flame—
Yet there in her jaws was my family name.

[Bridge]
[Female Lead]
Crowns can melt and kingdoms can fall,
While instinct walks where no banner goes.
Surviving was harder than dying there—
So I chose the scar, and I chose the air.

[Breakdown]
[The gallop drops to bare frame-drum heartbeats and low bowed strings.]

[Female Lead]
Bite down, breathe slow,
Blood on the frost, but northward we go.
No throne, no guard,
Only white teeth and a beating heart.

[Final Chorus]
[Female Lead]
Carried by white teeth over ridge and stone,
No court named me queen; the wild brought me home.
Carried by white teeth through the blinding sleet,
The scar-eyed wolf gave time to my heartbeat.
The wolves gave me life, and now I must choose—
I rise with the pack that carried me by teeth.

[Outro]
[The rhythm stops; one nyckelharpa note bends into the three-note motif.]

[Female Lead]
She turned to the north.
I rose to my feet.