[Intro]
[Low flute breathes the three-note motif while guitars enter one beat too early in each cycle.]

[Verse 1]
The water struck behind my eye;
A black wolf climbed across the sky.
Its jaws closed hard around the noon;
Blood ran like rust across the moon.
A horn was raised beside a gate,
Then shattered by the sound of fate.
I reached to turn the vision round—
My fingers passed through drowned-out ground.

[Pre-Chorus]
No year was named, no order shown,
Just broken teeth and burning bone.
The well gave pieces, sharp and small;
Enough to wound, not mend them all.

[Chorus]
Tomorrow in the well has teeth,
A wolf above, a ship beneath.
The sun goes black, the root runs red;
The feast hall fills with chosen dead.
I came for truth beneath the stone—
Tomorrow shows me dying alone.

[Verse 2]
I saw a ship of nail and hand
Grind through a salt-corroded land.
The dead stood packed from rail to mast,
Each eyeless face recalled my past.
Two brothers fought beside a pyre;
Their father fed the rising fire.
A mother called through sleet and smoke;
The name she cried was mine—then broke.

[Chorus]
Tomorrow in the well has teeth,
A wolf above, a ship beneath.
The sun goes black, the root runs red;
The feast hall fills with chosen dead.
I came for truth beneath the stone—
Tomorrow shows me dying alone.

[Instrumental]
[Flute, tagelharpa and tremolo guitar state three conflicting versions of the same motif over 11/8 drums.]

[Verse 3]
The ash tree bent but did not fall;
Its branches tore across the hall.
A serpent rolled beneath the sea;
Its poison reached the root and me.
Then through the smoke I saw a field
With grass grown over every shield.
Two human figures crossed the green—
The gentlest sight I should have seen.

[Bridge]
I tried to hold that final frame,
To ask their blood, to learn their name.
The well replaced the grass with war
And showed the wolf’s mouth once more.

[Break]
What good is sight without a thread?
What good are warnings to the dead?
What good is knowing where roads bend
When every road conceals its end?

[Climax]
The visions struck in splintered time—
A broken sun, a frozen chime,
A spear released, a father torn,
A silent field, a world reborn.

[Final Chorus]
Tomorrow in the well has teeth,
The root above, the dead beneath.
The sky burns white, the oceans spread;
My ravens feed where kings have bled.
I came for law beneath the stone—
Tomorrow names me, not the unknown.

[Refrain]
Tomorrow in the well has teeth,
And every answer hides beneath.

[Outro]
One eye above.
One eye below.
Both saw the end.
Neither saw where to go.