[Intro]
[Twelve-string guitar and soft table taps establish a bare six-beat pulse.]

[Verse 1]
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
Your chair stands turned away from mine;
You let the supper lose its shine.
A strip of wool conceals your face;
Blood darkens every woven place.
You say the journey taught you much,
Yet pull away from every touch.
Two ravens wait above the door;
Their feathers gather on the floor.

[Chorus]
I count the feathers by the door,
Two for the words you tell no more.
Three for the nights you leave our bed,
Four for the futures in your head.
Wisdom has made your touch withdraw—
Frigg counts the feathers on the floor.

[Verse 2]
[Male Vocal: Odin]
The well showed roofs without a wall,
A wolf that waits to swallow all.
I cannot lay those pictures down
Beside your comb and folded gown.
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
Then speak them here, however grim;
Let half the darkness settle in.
[Male Vocal: Odin]
No mortal scale can weigh this load.
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
You call me wife, then bar the road.

[Chorus]
I count the feathers by the door,
Two for the words you tell no more.
Three for the nights you leave our bed,
Four for the futures in your head.
Wisdom has made your touch withdraw—
Frigg counts the feathers on the floor.

[Interlude]
[Tagelharpa plays the album motif as a lullaby while the baritone remains silent.]

[Verse 3]
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
I cleaned the blood from cloak and thread.
I heard you speak beside the bed.
You named the wolf, the ship, the tree,
But never once looked back at me.
Your hand lay open near the flame,
Still strong enough to hold my name.
I placed my fingers in your palm;
You closed it like a battle charm.

[Bridge]
[Male Vocal: Odin]
What I have seen cannot be shared.
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
Then why return as though you cared?
[Male Vocal: Odin]
I came to gather what I need.
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
A home is not a place to feed.

[Break]
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
Does one eye see what two ignored?
Does pain make husband into lord?
You crossed the world to learn its cost,
But have you counted what was lost?

[Final Chorus]
I count the feathers by the door,
Five for the man I knew before.
Six for the smile you cannot wear,
Seven for the empty chair.
Eight for the hand you once held out,
Nine for the god consumed by doubt.

[Final Refrain]
Wisdom has taught your heart withdrawal—
Frigg counts the feathers on the floor.

[Outro]
[Female Vocal: Frigg]
One feather falls.
The fire burns low.
You leave before the cinders glow.