[Intro]
[Tuned floor toms count seven beats beneath a repeating low-guitar motif.]

[Verse 1]
The road climbed black through walls of cobalt glass,
Where frozen fish watched living soldiers pass.
Their torches bent beneath the mountain breath,
Each flame a small announcement made to death.
I wore a dead man’s cloak and iron seal,
My father’s letter bound beneath the steel.
Above, the aurora writhed without a sound;
Below, a buried giant stirred beneath the ground.

[Pre-Chorus]
Seven steps, one pause, the tunnel narrowed thin,
Seven names were carved where Keepers entered in.
The eighth was left unfinished at the line—
A blank that waited like it might be mine.

[Chorus]
Beneath the blue-ice mountain, hear the buried heartbeat pound,
Older than the royal blood that claims the northern ground.
Beneath the blue-ice mountain, every oath becomes a sound,
The lie that held the kingdom cracks when truth is found.
Walk lightly through the hollow; do not stir the deep—
The North has laid its oldest wound where frozen silence sleeps.

[Verse 2]
The passage opened on a vaulted dome,
A frozen sea enclosed the dragon’s home.
Through thirty fathoms, coiled from claw to crown,
Vaelgrim lay with one horn broken down.
Chains held old Yrsa at a runic wheel;
The Regent pressed a dagger to the seal.
She saw me through the helmets at the rim,
Then shook her head: “Do not awaken him.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Haldren raised the blade and called the court to see:
“Tonight the final myth will serve the monarchy.”
The rune wheel turned; the ice began to groan—
A sound like mountains grinding tooth on stone.

[Chorus]
Beneath the blue-ice mountain, hear the buried heartbeat pound,
Older than the royal blood that claims the northern ground.
Beneath the blue-ice mountain, every oath becomes a sound,
The lie that held the kingdom cracks when truth is found.
Walk lightly through the hollow; do not stir the deep—
The North has laid its oldest wound where frozen silence sleeps.

[Instrumental Break]
[Guitars climb through seven-eight figures while pipe organ holds the mountain’s descending bass line.]

[Bridge]
I cut the lamps; the dark erased the hall.
Yrsa kicked the dagger past the wall.
A crossbow split the ancient ice in two;
Haldren smiled: “Now history will blame you.”

[Build-up]
One crack became a forest made of light,
One buried eye unclosed beneath the white.
A golden pupil found me through the storm—
And judged the rusted sword, the oath, the uniform.

[Climax]
The chains tore free.
The rune wheel spun.
The mountain drew one breath—
Then Vaelgrim woke.

[Outro]
His broken horn broke daylight through the stone,
And every soldier knew we were not alone.