[Intro]
[Female Vocal]
[Soft Vocals]
She folded the linen, she counted the thread,
White for the living, white for the dead.

[Verse 1]
[Female Vocal]
Frigg stood still where the laughter rolled,
Hands in wool that would not fold.
Balder smiled beneath the spear,
Every cheer cut the air too clear.
She had bent iron, sickness, and rain,
Yet under her ribs grew a nameless pain.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Vocal]
She did not weep, she did not speak,
Her mouth was a gate with a frozen key.
The bright hall rang, but the sound ran thin,
Like winter pressing its thumbprint in.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
Mother without a cry, holding the sky,
Keeping the tears where the ravens fly.
Mother without a cry, love cannot lie,
Something is wrong with the gold tonight.
Mother without a cry, hands open wide,
No oath can quiet a mother inside.

[Verse 2]
[Female Vocal]
She touched his shoulder when weapons broke,
Pine ash under the feast-hall smoke.
Balder said, "Mother, the world has sworn,"
But dreams leave thorns where words are worn.
Loki spoke honey beside the bread,
And Höðr turned his listening head.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Female Vocal]
She did not kneel, she did not cry,
She held back thunder behind her eyes.
If she named what the silence knew,
The roof might split and the cold come through.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
Mother without a cry, holding the sky,
Keeping the tears where the ravens fly.
Mother without a cry, love cannot lie,
Something is wrong with the gold tonight.
Mother without a cry, hands open wide,
No oath can quiet a mother inside.

[Instrumental Break]
[Acoustic guitar and bowed lyre carry the vocal melody without drums.]

[Bridge]
[Female Vocal]
If I could trade my crown for his breath,
If I could walk in the mouth of death,
Would love reach him where the shadows are,
Past every law and every star?

[Build-up]
[Choir]
The hall kept laughing.
The spears kept falling.
The gold kept ringing.
The dream kept calling.

[Final Chorus]
[Duet]
Mother without a cry, holding the sky,
Keeping the tears where the ravens fly.
Mother without a cry, love cannot lie,
Something is wrong with the gold tonight.
Mother without a cry, the light walks by,
And grief learns her name before goodbye.

[Outro]
[Female Vocal]
[Soft Vocals]
She folded the linen, she counted the thread,
White for the living, white for the dead.