[Intro][Slow half-time guitars under a low male choir and tagelharpa motif.]

[Verse 1 - Female Lead Valkyrie]
Behind the Allfather’s throne, the gold was thin,
The boards were black with older sin.
No harp, no horn, no hero’s cheer,
Only maps nailed wall to wall with spears.
Threads ran red from crown to crown,
From sleeping kings to burning towns.
The names I carried, bright and blessed,
Were stacked like arrows in a chest.

[Pre-Chorus]
I touched one thread; a village cried.
I touched one rune; a prince had died.
The room did not breathe, the ravens stared,
And Odin spoke as if he cared.

[Chorus]
Behind the Allfather’s throne, the truth had teeth,
A golden hall with a grave beneath.
Behind the Allfather’s throne, the war was grown,
Not found in fate, but carved in bone.
He did not gather what the world had spilled,
He broke the world — Valhalla must be filled.

[Verse 2 - Male/Female Duet]
He said, “Child, the wolf will eat the sun,
And all my works will be undone.
Would you have me wait with empty hands,
While fire walks the mortal lands?”
I said, “You lit what you call flame,
You taught the kings your hungry name.
You turned their sleep to iron rain,
Then called their murder holy gain.”

[Pre-Chorus]
His one eye darkened, cold and wide,
The ravens clicked on either side.
The spear leaned close beside his knee,
Like it had learned to look at me.

[Chorus]
Behind the Allfather’s throne, the truth had teeth,
A golden hall with a grave beneath.
Behind the Allfather’s throne, the war was grown,
Not found in fate, but carved in bone.
He did not gather what the world had spilled,
He broke the world — Valhalla must be filled.

[Breakdown]
No guest.
No gift.
No crown.
No song.

[Male Choir]
A barracks in gold.
A feast going wrong.

[Build-up]
He rose like a storm over stone and mail,
I heard the locks in the feast-hall wail.
The spear in the mist, the horn on the field,
Every old sign opened and revealed.

[Final Chorus]
Behind the Allfather’s throne, the truth had teeth,
A golden hall with a grave beneath.
Behind the Allfather’s throne, the war was grown,
Not found in fate, but carved in bone.
He did not gather what the world had spilled,
He broke the world — Valhalla must be filled.

[Female Lead Coda]
And I, who served him, finally knew
The chain was gold because it had to look true.

[Outro][Tempo drops back to half-time; tagelharpa ends alone.]