[Intro]
[Clean guitar and piano play two notes of the broken-horn motif, leaving the phrase unresolved.]

[Verse 1]
The council hall became a public school,
Its wolfskin chairs were burned for winter fuel.
We kept the Regent’s orders under glass,
To show how polished laws can shelter ash.
My father’s name was printed without gold,
Beside the fears and falsehoods that he told.
No saint, no traitor shaped to fit one side—
A frightened man who protected truth and lied.

[Chorus]
When children draw the sky, they give Vaelgrim both his horns,
They paint each winter blue, each sunrise newly born.
When children draw the sky, no border blocks their way;
Their dragons curl through steeples, ships and fields of summer hay.
I leave the wonder untouched when their painted dragons fly—
Truth keeps the facts, but hope begins when children draw the sky.

[Verse 2]
Yrsa taught the runes beside the market gate,
Where anyone could question crown or date.
The rescued girl, now taller than my chair,
Read Haldren’s letters to the people there.
Some called Vaelgrim guardian, some called him proud;
Some in the crowd condemned his ancient rage.
We kept each witness, argument and scar—
A truthful book leaves heroes as they are.

[Pre-Chorus]
The rusted sword hung broken on the wall,
Not as a weapon, not a saintly call.
Its plaque reads simply: “Carried by a man
Who fears each step—and takes it when he can.”

[Chorus]
When children draw the sky, they give Vaelgrim both his horns,
They paint each winter blue, each sunrise newly born.
When children draw the sky, no border blocks their way;
Their dragons curl through steeples, ships and fields of summer hay.
I leave the wonder untouched when their painted dragons fly—
Truth keeps the facts, but hope begins when children draw the sky.

[Instrumental Break]
[Nyckelharpa completes the missing third note as the full band enters quietly.]

[Bridge]
One spring, I travelled north beyond the road,
Past rune stones freed from every royal code.
The blue-ice mountain stood without a door,
Its broken summit sealed forevermore.

[Revelation]
I placed the blackened scale against the snow;
A thread of warmth moved somewhere far below.
No roar replied, no golden eye appeared—
Just three slow beats that only stone could hear.

[Build-up]
Perhaps the mountain settled in the thaw.
Perhaps old fire still remembers law.
A chronicler must write what he can prove—
But leave a margin where the world may move.

[Final Chorus I]
When children draw the sky, let Vaelgrim have his scars,
Let one horn stay broken underneath the northern stars.
When children draw the sky, let truth and wonder meet;
Let dragons guard the rooftops and the ink stain every sheet.
We will not trade the evidence for one convenient lie—
But leave a little room for flame when children draw the sky.

[Final Chorus II]
When children draw the sky, no crown controls the blue,
No censor trims the wings to make the old tale new.
When children draw the sky, the fallen kings grow small;
A broken horn flies higher than the banners on the wall.
The truth is a fire no winter can kill—
And somewhere under blue ice, something may be burning still.

[Outro]
I closed the book but left the table light.
Outside, green rivers crossed the northern night.
A child drew one black scale, one golden eye—
Then added three small flames beneath the sky.