[Intro] [Low drums, guitars and nyckelharpa state the Frostheart motif.] No royal horn. No polished shield. Only boots on ice And names from every field. [Verse 1] [Female Lead] The fishers moved first through the moon-covered bay, Cutting the anchor lines, towing ships away. The miners rose upward through smoke under stone, Opened the prison cells, stone by stone. The cedar folk fired at the watchtower bells, The monks carried children from workshops and wells. Above on the ridges the white pack ran— No army of one blood, but one living plan. [Pre-Chorus] [Female Lead] The Iron King woke to no bannered parade, But doors opening inward and workers unchained. He called for his engines, his riders, his guard— Then found every road made stubborn and hard. [Chorus] [All Voices] When the north walks, mountains move with feet, Harbours lose their shackles, buried roads wake beneath. When the north walks, no single drum commands; The river, wolf and worker strike with different hands. Let iron raise its towers, let the war forge spark— When the north walks together, even noon can break the dark. [Verse 2] [Female Lead] His war engine waited on wheels near the pier, A tower of bolts built to harvest our fear. Temple bronze armoured it, old longship oak drove it, Siv drove the chain-wedge beneath its front seam, But guards closed around her in ranks of fifteen. I entered beside her with Frostheart’s short blade, While wolves struck the flanks through the smoke that we made. [Pre-Chorus] [Female Lead] The king stood above in black armour and fur, “You traded a kingdom for rabble and curs.” I answered, “A kingdom is people, not ground. You conquered the walls. We are what you have found.” [Chorus] [All Voices] When the north walks, mountains move with feet, Harbours lose their shackles, buried roads wake beneath. When the north walks, no single drum commands; The river, wolf and worker strike with different hands. Let iron raise its towers, let the war forge spark— When the north walks together, even noon can break the dark. [Instrumental Break] [Fast guitar and nyckelharpa converge on the Frostheart motif.] [Verse 3] [Female Lead] The engine arm lowered; the bowstrings drew tight, A hundred black bolts faced the harbour-side flight. The chain-wedge was jammed, and Siv could not flee; The scar-eyed wolf looked from the engine to me. I shouted her name though I knew none to call— She leapt through the gears as the great arm fell. White fur turned crimson; the axle tore wide; The bolts struck the water, not people outside. [Breakdown] [All instruments fall away except one slow floor tom and low strings.] [Female Lead] I reached through the wreckage and held her scarred head, Her breath came in fragments, the harbour burned red. Not queen beneath water, not omen or throne— Only the wolf who had carried me home. [Duet] “Daughter, no crown can repay what is lost. Finish the battle. Do not worship the cost.” [Female Lead] Her amber eye closed. The drum missed a beat. [Build-up] [The ancestral choir enters as the Frostheart motif rises.] [Choir] Nine pale shapes gathered where one body lay, Women in armour made out of the spray. The dead queens did not take the battlefield’s throne; They stood beside fishers and fought bone to bone. [Verse 4] [Female Lead] I climbed to the king through the fractured machine, Past bronze from our shrines and black furnace steam. He swung a long hammer made heavy for show; I carried one broken axe-edge held low. He struck like a ruler who never had learned How force leaves blind angles turned. I caught his haft under the short Frostheart blade; Siv broke the knee-joint of armour she made. [Bridge] [Female Lead] He fell at the edge where the fjord ice began, Still calling for soldiers who no longer ran. They bound him for judgement and recorded each name— A tyrant must answer to those he made weak. [Climax] [Full band and ancestral choir unite on the rising motif.] [All Voices] Open the harbour! Open the store! Break every labour-chain Bolted to the floor! Ring the old temple bronze One time more! [Final Chorus] [All Voices] When the north walks, mountains move with feet, Harbours cast their shackles where free waters meet. When the north walks, no single sword commands; The living and remembered rise with different hands. Iron built its towers, but iron missed the mark— When the north walked together, we carried dawn through dark. [Coda] [The tempo falls to half-time as the choir withdraws.] [Female Lead] The ancestral queens faded into salt-coloured air, Eight wolves stood waiting; one place remained bare. I laid down my blade where the scar-eyed wolf died, Not trophy, not relic—steel at her side. [Outro] [Nyckelharpa plays the rising Frostheart motif alone.] [Female Lead] When the north walked, No throne led the way. A wolf broke the engine. The people won the day.