[Intro]
(Scraped tagelharpa follows an uneven guitar pulse resembling a chain dragged over stone.)

[Verse 1]
The moon hung low with a bite from its side,
A chain crossed the valley from mountain to tide.
At first he saw iron, then sinew and hide,
Then two yellow eyes where the night opened wide.
Fenrir breathed slowly; the pine trunks bent back,
Old blood marked the stones in a rust-colored track.
[Fenrir - Low Growl]
“You carry their memory. I carry their blame.
Give me the seed, and I’ll answer with flame.”
[Skald - Lead Vocal]

[Pre-Chorus]
The skald felt the deaths he had witnessed arise,
The boy with the spear and the cook’s blistered eyes.
The wolf showed him Asgard with no wall and no guard—
A throat for each sorrow, a god for each scar.

[Chorus]
The wolf beneath the moon knows where vengeance breeds,
It waters every grievance and calls the thorns our needs.
[Fenrir - Low Growl]
The wolf beneath the moon says, “Justice has a jaw—
Crush the seed between your hands and let my hunger become law.”
[Skald + Choir]
“Haht air BAH-reh sorg med TEN-ner,” the wounded root replies—
Hatred is only sorrow that has learned the shape of teeth.

[Verse 2]
Fenrir named Arvid and licked at the chain,
He named Runa’s fever, the king and the rain.
He named every verse that made slaughter sound clean,
Then offered the skald one red hour between.
[Fenrir - Low Growl]
“Stand on my shoulder when Odin goes down.
Drive your son’s weapon through wisdom and crown.
No Norn, no giant, no dead wife will know—
Only the silence when old heavens go.”
[Skald - Lead Vocal]

[Pre-Chorus]
The seed in his fist felt as small as a lie,
While rage gave him shoulders still broad enough to fight.
He pictured the sword planted high on the cliff—
And wanted its iron, its balance, its grip.

[Chorus]
The wolf beneath the moon knows where vengeance breeds,
It waters every grievance and calls the thorns our needs.
[Fenrir - Low Growl]
The wolf beneath the moon says, “Justice has a jaw—
Crush the seed between your hands and let my hunger become law.”
[Skald + Choir]
“Haht air BAH-reh sorg med TEN-ner,” the wounded root replies—
Hatred is only sorrow that has learned the shape of teeth.

[Instrumental Break]
(Seven-beat guitar figures tighten around a half-time drum pulse as the wolf’s low vocal rhythm merges with the lead.)

[Bridge]
The skald closed both hands and heard the seed-shell crack,
A thrill passed through Fenrir from tail to arched back.
But inside the split shell, a white root pierced skin,
Not wounded by pressure—made ready within.

[Breakdown]
I will not feed grief to a mouth without end.
I will not call slaughter my family’s friend.
I will not make Arvid a reason to kill.
His life was more than the blood you would spill.

[Final Chorus]
The wolf beneath the moon knows where vengeance breeds,
But roots can split the grievance and grow beyond its needs.
The wolf beneath the moon roared, “Justice needs a jaw!”
I opened both my bleeding hands and would not make it law.
“Haht air BAH-reh sorg med TEN-ner,” let every mourner breathe—
Hatred is only sorrow wearing someone else’s teeth.

[Outro]
The wolf ran toward Asgard.
The chain rang through the vale.
Blood warmed the little rootlet—
And kept its first leaf pale.