[Intro]
[Anvil strikes lock with double-kick drums while low brass shadows the guitar riff.]

[Verse 1]
[Female Lead]
They dragged our longships onto the shale,
Split every rib with a hammer and nail.
The prow-beasts burned in a furnace mouth,
Their iron was counted and carted south.
Old men were chained to the harbour crane,
Children scraped salt from the frozen grain.
Above the pier on a riveted board,
One law was stamped by the Iron Lord.

[Male Lead]
“No clan, no crest, no ancestral word.
The north will obey, and the north will be heard.”

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Lead]
His heard means silence, his peace means chains,
His order is measured in bodies and grains.
But under the docks where the black tides crawl,
Our knives cut marks in the harbour wall.

[Chorus]
[Female Lead]
Iron on the fjord, iron in the foam,
Iron takes the timber, but it cannot build a home.
Iron on the fjord, iron in the grain,
Every measured shackle gives the north another name.
Let the king forge prisons, let his war bells sound—
Iron sinks quickly when the ice gives ground.

[Verse 2]
[Female Lead]
We watched from nets in a fisher’s shed,
Siv counted wagons, I counted the dead.
The scar-eyed wolf found a drainage run,
A tunnel beneath every guard and gun.
We freed twelve rowers before the dawn,
Then painted white teeth where the chains had gone.
The king’s men searched every roof and floor,
While wolves moved grain through the tunnel door.

[Male Lead]
“Ten lashes for shelter, the gallows for bread.
Bring me the wolf queen alive or dead.”

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Lead]
He named me beast to make murder clean,
A winter-born curse, an unlawful queen.
But names made in fear are tools we can wield;
The hunted wolf became our shield.

[Chorus]
[Female Lead]
Iron on the fjord, iron in the foam,
Iron takes the timber, but it cannot build a home.
Iron on the fjord, iron in the grain,
Every measured shackle gives the north another name.
Let the king forge prisons, let his war bells sound—
Iron sinks quickly when the ice gives ground.

[Instrumental Break]
[Nyckelharpa climbs against anvil syncopation until the Frostheart motif breaks through the iron riff.]

[Bridge]
[Female Lead]
He thought every object was metal alone,
That a god could be melted, a memory owned.
A weapon remembers the keel and the wave—
Even iron can mutiny in the hands of a slave.

[Breakdown]
[The band drops to anvil, bass and alternating voices.]

[Call and Response]
[Male Lead]
“Kneel to the iron.”

[Female Lead]
We bend like the pine.

[Male Lead]
“Yield up the harbour.”

[Female Lead]
The tide is not thine.

[Male Lead]
“Give me the wolf queen.”

[Female Lead]
Come follow the sign.

[Female Lead]
The teeth on your walls
Are the mark of my line.

[Final Chorus]
[Female Lead]
Iron on the fjord, iron in the foam,
You can strip the ships apart, but you cannot strip their home.
Iron on the fjord, iron in the grain,
Every stolen hammer will be lifted once again.
Let the king forge prisons, let his war bells sound—
Iron meets winter when the ice gives ground.

[Outro]
[One final anvil blow rings beneath a low wolf-cloth drum rhythm.]

[Female Lead]
On the harbour wall, in white, we scored:
Teeth over iron.
Wolf over lord.
