[Intro]
Ice left his shoulders in cathedral sheets,
The floor bowed down beneath his waking feet.
No beastly howl, no mindless furnace breath—
He spoke my father’s name across the depth.

[Verse 1]
[Vaelgrim]
“Small keeper’s child, why do you wear their red?
Why bring the sword of men who left me dead?
I knew that steel when it was white and young;
I knew the vows your first three monarchs sung.
They begged my flame to seal the Deepest Cold,
Then feared the truth that I refused to fold.
Your kings broke covenant, crown and northern law—
They took my horn, then named me beast in awe.”

[Pre-Chorus]
[Ivar]
“I did not come to praise the throne or lie.
I came because they sentenced truth to die.”
[Vaelgrim]
“Then hold your page where every soldier sees—
The North remembers men by acts, not pleas.”

[Chorus]
The broken horn awakens, and the mountain knows his name,
Not a monster born for slaughter, not a mouth of mindless flame.
The broken horn awakens, bearing centuries of blame;
Each king who shaped the lie left fractures in its frame.
When the buried witness rises, every royal lie must shake—
The broken horn awakens, and the age of silence breaks.

[Verse 2]
Haldren climbed the wheel and seized the signal brand;
Black powder waited under every strand.
“Behold your guardian!” shouted he with pride,
Then lit the charges buried mountainside.
The archways burst; the frozen ceiling rolled,
A thousand tons of blue came crashing cold.
Vaelgrim spread one torn and ancient wing,
Shielding Yrsa, me—and servants of the king.

[Chorus]
The broken horn awakens, and the mountain knows his name,
Not a monster born for slaughter, not a mouth of mindless flame.
The broken horn awakens, bearing centuries of blame;
Each king who shaped the lie left fractures in its frame.
When the buried witness rises, every royal lie must shake—
The broken horn awakens, and the age of silence breaks.

[Instrumental Break]
[Full orchestra and twin guitars expand the three-note motif while drums shift from twelve-eight to charging four-four.]

[Bridge]
Through falling ice, I watched the Regent run,
His banner dragging where the cracks had begun.
He carved Vaelgrim’s side with Keeper steel;
Above the ridge, his war-fire broke the seal.

[Breakdown]
[Vaelgrim]
“They broke my horn, but not the oath I made.
They chained my wings, but not the truth I saved.”
[Ivar]
“The kingdom will believe the smoke they see.”
[Vaelgrim]
“Then climb my back—and make them look at me.”

[Build-up]
The mountain split from summit down to core;
The sealed cold stirred behind the inner door.
Vaelgrim roared a warning through the chill:
“The truth is a fire no winter can kill.”

[Final Chorus]
The broken horn awakens, and the northern heavens flame,
Not a monster born for slaughter, but a witness with a name.
The broken horn awakens while the throne prepares its blame;
Every lie the crown has written feeds the winter’s claim.
When the buried witness rises, faithless kingdoms shake—
The broken horn awakens, and the road behind us breaks.

[Outro]
We rose through shattered ice on wounded wings,
While Haldren rode south to prepare the war of kings.