[Intro]
[Fast guitars state the oath motif in unison before splitting into opposing harmonies.]

[Verse 1]
We climbed the rise beneath wet sleet,
Loose shale collapsing under feet.
Their arrows struck the lifted hide;
One split the spear at Torsten’s side.
We rammed the gate with driftwood pine,
Three blows, then four, then crossed the line.
The yard became a knot of steel,
But servants fled behind our shield.

[Pre-Chorus]
“Lay down your arms and leave the wall.
The hall-murderers answer all.”
Two younger men let weapons fall.
Ketil killed one beneath the hall.

[Chorus]
No Peace for Oathbreakers, no silver-bought shore,
No throne made from brothers, no feast behind doors.
Come stand by the bronze bowl and answer each name;
No Peace for Oathbreakers who murder their claim.
The guilty face judgment, the helpless go free;
We end what you started without becoming thee.

[Verse 2]
Arnulf charged with Harek’s blade,
The same stolen steel his lord had made.
Leif caught the cut upon his rim,
And Torsten drove the spear through him.
Across the yard, the banner flew,
Its burned half stitched to cloth of blue.
Ketil stood beneath the boar,
One hand still turning the horn he bore.

[Pre-Chorus]
His cheek scar shone against the rain.
His calm voice carried through the strain.
“You think an oath can choose a king?”
I raised the bowl and struck its ring.

[Instrumental Break]
[Two harmonized lead guitars trade the oath motif, separate into conflict, then converge on one note.]

[Bridge]
“You cut down Eirik at my side.”
“He chose his lord. He chose and died.”
“No. He chose the oath you sold.”
I cast his turning horn into the cold.

[Breakdown]
Ketil struck high.
I caught the hand.
We fell beside the stolen standard.
Eirik’s axe broke through his side.

[Break]
I could not answer for the dead.
I named them one by one instead.
Harek. Eirik. Bjorn. Young Sven.
Their names outlived the man within.

[Build-up]
We lowered weapons in the yard.
We bound the living who stood guard.
No roof was fired, no child was harmed.
The torn boar flew above the disarmed.

[Final Chorus]
No Peace for Oathbreakers, no silver-bought shore,
No throne made from brothers, no feast behind doors.
You stood by the bronze bowl and answered each name;
No Peace for Oathbreakers who murder their claim.
The guilty met judgment, the helpless went free;
We ended your rising, but nothing healed me.

[Outro]
[The fast rhythm falls away into a long guitar coda over the slow oath motif.]

We took back the banner, the silver, the sword.
We left Ketil under the wall he had raised.
Ravens came down as the sleet turned to snow.
No one lifted a horn.