[Intro]
[Choir]
[Shouted]
Raise!
Throw!
Let the bright one stand!

[Verse 1]
[Male Vocal]
Spears flew laughing through the hall-yard air,
Axes flashed and died in glare.
Daggers fell at Balder's feet,
Hailstones melting on summer wheat.
Thor threw stones till the paving rang,
The young gods roared, and the old gods sang.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
One more spear for the oath-bound skin,
One more cheer for the fear within.
Every laugh had a harder sound,
Every blade kissed the holy ground.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
Throw stones at the sun, let the bright god shine,
Nothing can harm him, no thorn, no line.
Throw stones at the sun, make the gold bells run,
We call it joy when the damage is none.
Throw stones at the sun till the daylight is done,
Who counts the cost when the game has begun?

[Verse 2]
[Male Vocal]
Höðr sat still with his listening face,
Hearing the cheers move around the place.
Balder called softly, "Brother, be near,"
But pride beat loud in the crowd and beer.
Loki drew near with a smile in his tone:
"Why should the blind one be left alone?"

[Pre-Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
One more hand for the harmless rite,
One more joke in the golden light.
Every oath made the gods less wise,
Every cheer put a veil on their eyes.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
Throw stones at the sun, let the bright god shine,
Nothing can harm him, no thorn, no line.
Throw stones at the sun, make the gold bells run,
We call it joy when the damage is none.
Throw stones at the sun till the daylight is done,
Who counts the cost when the game has begun?

[Instrumental Break]
[Drum Break]
[Tom-heavy shield rhythm with low guitar stabs.]

[Bridge]
[Male Vocal]
A feast can turn to a killing ground,
A joke can sharpen without a sound.
A brother's name can become a blade
When laughing gods forget what they made.

[Build-up]
[Male Vocal]
[Whispered]
Höðr, lift your hand.
Höðr, take your place.
Höðr, join the game.
Höðr, hear my voice.

[Final Chorus]
[Duet]
Throw stones at the sun, let the bright god shine,
Nothing can harm him, no thorn, no line.
Throw stones at the sun, make the gold bells run,
We call it joy when the damage is none.
Throw stones at the sun, hear the hall-bells hum,
One green arrow is still to come.

[Outro]
[Choir]
Throw. Throw.
The sun does not know.
