[Intro]
The fire bent low
The hall grew still
The old one rose
Against her will

[Verse]
Her hair was white as burial snow
Her hands were black with sacred smoke
She traced the air with broken nails
And every warrior ceased to boast
The runes were cast on wolf-skin bare
They landed wrong, they landed red
No songbird cried beyond the door
No dream remained among the dead

[Pre-Chorus]
She whispered low
The rafters shook
The strongest hearts
Forgot to look

[Chorus]
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
She sees the wound behind the moons
She sees the feast, she sees the flame
She sees no god who knows our name
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
Of empty halls and frozen tombs
The blood moon does not bless the blade
It mourns the doom our hands have made

[Verse]
She spoke of rivers running dry
Of mothers digging graves alone
Of sons who kill their mirrored blood
And kneel before a silent stone
She saw two banners turned to ash
Two lineages without a seed
She saw the North without a voice
A land consumed by inherited greed

[Pre-Chorus]
She raised the bone
She named the cost
The hall replied
With laughter lost

[Chorus]
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
She sees the wound behind the moons
She sees the feast, she sees the flame
She sees no god who knows our name
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
Of empty halls and frozen tombs
The blood moon does not bless the blade
It mourns the doom our hands have made

[Instrumental]
Low drone of strings, slow drums of skin
A tremolo storm begins within
Choirs rise like ghosts in stone
The seeress chants, the hall is bone

[Bridge]
You call it honor, she said in pain
But honor does not drink the slain
You call it justice, old and true
But justice does not bury you

[Breakdown]
Runes of fire
Runes of flood
Runes of hunger
Runes of blood
Rune of brother
Rune of grave
Rune of warning
None shall save

[Build-up]
The warriors turned their eyes away
For truth is harder than the fray
And pride, when wounded, seeks a lie
To keep its blade against the sky

[Chorus]
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
She sees the wound behind the moons
She sees the feast, she sees the flame
She sees no god who knows our name
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
Of empty halls and frozen tombs
The blood moon does not bless the blade
It mourns the doom our hands have made

[Chorus]
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
But rage is deaf to warning tunes
They dragged her words through smoke and scorn
And cursed the mouth where truth was born
The Seeress Speaks in Runes
Beneath the red and ruined moon
Her final breath became a blade
Forged from the doom our hands have made

[Outro]
The fire bent low
The hall grew still
But war had ears
And heard no will