[Intro]
[Nyckelharpa, guitar and low strings pass the Frostheart motif between one another.]

[Female Lead]
Who speaks for the harbour?

[All Voices]
Those who know the tide.

[Female Lead]
Who speaks for the high road?

[All Voices]
Those who walked and survived.

[Verse 1]
[Female Lead]
The fishers came first with tar on their hands,
They knew every shoal where an iron ship strands.
The miners came later with lamp-blackened eyes,
They knew which old tunnels ran under the mines.
The shepherds brought whistles the wolves understood,
The cedar folk arrows of horn, ash and wood.
I opened no ledger to measure their worth;
Each carried one knowledge no crown could give birth.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Lead]
I asked, “What do you offer?” They answered me plain.
Then, “What must we guard when we break the king’s chain?”
Not one voice alone made the answer complete—
A pack is not formed by commanding its feet.

[Chorus]
[All Voices]
A pack has many voices, many ways to warn,
One can trace the river, one can scent the storm.
A pack has many voices, none must lose their name;
We do not need one throat to carry every claim.
Run beside each other, not behind one choice—
The north becomes unbreakable when every life has voice.

[Verse 2]
[Female Lead]
The monks from the cliff kept the medicine store,
But asked that no soldier be quartered once more.
The widows brought records of prisoners sold,
But asked us to rescue the sick and the old.
Young hunters demanded a place in the line;
Siv answered, “Courage is not proof you are wise.”
We formed seven councils around seven fires,
Each naming its limits, its needs and desires.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Lead]
No speech from a platform, no hand on a throne,
The plan grew in pieces no ruler could own.
The scar-eyed wolf listened outside every light,
Then chose her own path through the camp every night.

[Chorus]
[All Voices]
A pack has many voices, many ways to warn,
One can trace the river, one can scent the storm.
A pack has many voices, none must lose their name;
We do not need one throat to carry every claim.
Run beside each other, not behind one choice—
The north becomes unbreakable when every life has voice.

[Instrumental Break]
[Each instrument plays one fragment of the motif before the fragments combine.]

[Bridge]
[Call and Response]
[Female Lead]
Who holds the grain?

[All Voices]
Those who sow and share.

[Female Lead]
Who guards the children?

[All Voices]
Everyone standing there.

[Female Lead]
Who commands the battle?

[All Voices]
The plan we all prepare.

[Female Lead]
Who owns the victory?

[All Voices]
No crown and no heir.

[Breakdown]
[Hand drums and unison claps support short alternating responses.]

[Female Lead]
Not subjects.

[All Voices]
Allies.

[Female Lead]
Not tribute.

[All Voices]
Bread.

[Female Lead]
Not glory.

[All Voices]
The living.

[Female Lead]
Not numbers.

[All Voices]
The named dead.

[Final Chorus]
[All Voices]
A pack has many voices, many ways to warn,
One can guide the wounded, one can face the storm.
A pack has many voices, none will lose their name;
No queen and no commander speaks for every claim.
Run beside each other, let the old rule break—
A pack is held by trust in every path we take.

[Outro]
[The ensemble repeats the motif in unison, then separates into individual lines.]

[All Voices]
One trail.
Many feet.
One purpose.
Many beats.