[Intro][Low horn and palm-muted guitar march beneath bowed tagelharpa.]

[Verse 1 - Male Lead Narrator]
The king slept under wolfskin, crown beside the bed,
Rain tapped the shutters like fingers of the dead.
His sons lay in the north room, his sword hung in the hall,
His maps were clean as linen, no blood on them at all.
Then a spear came through the dark, not thrown and not held,
Its iron whispered borders where tomorrow’s fires swelled.
A voice like winter timber bent beside his ear,
“Take the valley eastward; your name is waiting there.”

[Pre-Chorus]
He woke with a wound where no blade had been,
A blue rune burning underneath his skin.

[Chorus]
The spear in the king’s dream, bright as a lie,
Pointed to a kingdom beneath a bruising sky.
The spear in the king’s dream, cold as a crown,
Turned sleeping pride into marching sound.
He called it honor, he called it need,
Odin called the ravens down to feed.

[Verse 2 - Female Lead Valkyrie]
By dawn the hall was hammered with boots and mail,
Old men read the omen and their lips went pale.
The queen took his hand, said, “Leave the valley be,
No god gives land without a graveyard fee.”
But the spear-mark darkened, the banners were raised,
The priests sang victory, the blacksmiths blazed.
The young Valkyrie circled where the storm began,
And saw a god’s command in the hunger of a man.

[Pre-Chorus]
He woke with a wound where no blade had been,
A blue rune burning underneath his skin.

[Chorus]
The spear in the king’s dream, bright as a lie,
Pointed to a kingdom beneath a bruising sky.
The spear in the king’s dream, cold as a crown,
Turned sleeping pride into marching sound.
He called it honor, he called it need,
Odin called the ravens down to feed.

[Guitar Solo][Heavy minor lead over marching toms and low horn pulses.]

[Bridge]
A dream can dress itself as fate,
A god can borrow fear,
A king can open every gate
And swear the road was clear.

[Bridge 2]
But every hoofbeat, every cheer,
Was counted before it came;
The spear had not shown him glory,
It had taught his mouth a name.

[Breakdown]
Valley. Banner. Brother. Blade.
Debt in blood already paid.
Spear-mark. Crown-mark. Raven’s bead.
One god plants. Ten thousand bleed.

[Final Chorus]
The spear in the king’s dream, bright as a lie,
Pointed to a kingdom beneath a bruising sky.
The spear in the king’s dream, cold as a crown,
Turned sleeping pride into marching sound.
He called it honor, he called it need,
Odin called the ravens down to feed.

[Male Lead Coda]
The king called it fate as the villages screamed,
All from the spear in the king’s dream.

[Outro][The march slows into three dry drum strikes.]
