[Intro]
(Iron strikes mark seven uneven steps while distorted guitars grind against bowed tagelharpa.)

[Verse 1]
The mountains stood crowded like teeth in a jaw,
Their snow held no banner, their caves kept no law.
A giant rose slowly from scree, root and shale,
With lichen for eyebrows and ice in his nail.
He lifted a boulder engraved with a scar,
The mark of a thunderbolt thrown from afar.
[Giant - Low Voice]
“Your gods call this victory,” granite lips said,
“We call it the place where our river ran red.”

[Pre-Chorus]
The skald raised no weapon, no challenge, no shield,
He showed them the red wool he took from the field.
The giant bent nearer; the cliff gave a groan:
“A mortal brings memory. Gods bring us stone.”

[Chorus]
These are the Teeth of YOH-tun-hyme, sharpened by the years,
We chew the crowns of conquerors and drink their frozen fears.
These are the Teeth of YOH-tun-hyme; no thunder makes us kneel—
The mountain keeps the woond long after gods forget the steel.
“GO-thin FAL-lah, gryot mun STAN-dah,” hear the broken highlands chime:
Gods will fall, and stone will hold the evidence of time.

[Verse 2]
They led him through valleys where no pine would grow,
Past ribs of a serpent laid bare in the snow.
There roots of the ash tree were blistered and charred,
Bound tight with gold fetters and splinters of shard.
Each chain bore a rune from an Asgardian hall,
A bargain that fed one bright realm from them all.
The gods drew their splendor through root, sap and vein,
Then named the drained kingdoms uncivil and vain.

[Pre-Chorus]
A giant child touched him with one careful thumb,
And asked why the heavens had beaten their drum.
He answered, “They fear what they cannot command.”
The child placed a seed in his weathered hand.

[Chorus]
These are the Teeth of YOH-tun-hyme, sharpened by the years,
We chew the crowns of conquerors and drink their frozen fears.
These are the Teeth of YOH-tun-hyme; no thunder makes us kneel—
The mountain keeps the woond long after gods forget the steel.
“GO-thin FAL-lah, gryot mun STAN-dah,” hear the broken highlands chime:
Gods will fall, and stone will hold the evidence of time.

[Guitar Solo]
(A dissonant guitar lead climbs through seven-beat phrases while iron percussion answers from opposite sides.)

[Bridge]
The eldest giant opened a chamber in the stone,
“RAG-nah-rok is not vengeance, nor prophecy made law;
It is pressure in the rootwood, it is winter in the flaw.
The tree will shed its branches, worshipped or forgot.”

[Breakdown]
Who broke the river? Asgard.
Who chained the vein? Asgard.
Who named the woond an honor?
The mouths that felt no pain.

[Final Chorus]
These are the Teeth of YOH-tun-hyme, sharpened by the years,
We grind the boasts of heaven down to gravel in their ears.
These are the Teeth of YOH-tun-hyme; the oldest peaks reveal
That every throne is temporary, every buried woond is real.
“GO-thin FAL-lah, gryot mun STAN-dah,” let the root and mountain rhyme:
Gods will fall, and stone will bear the testimony of time.

[Outro]
The giants turned to mountains.
The snow resumed its fall.
One seed stayed warm inside his fist—
The smallest gift of all.