[Intro]
Bring the stake. Bring the chain.
Bring the law that cannot explain.

[Verse 1]
[Female Vocal]
They dragged her out where the ash-piles sleep,
Past goat-hoof tracks and the raven keep.
The gods stood ringed in a bitter dawn,
With polished helms and mercy gone.
TEER called names from a copper slate,
Frigg looked down at the frozen gate.
GOOL-vayg smiled at the kindling bed,
“Gold grows pure when the coals turn red.”

[Pre-Chorus]
The first flame climbed with a wolfish bite,
It chewed her cloak, it swallowed light.
The smoke rolled black, the rafters cried,
But a golden laugh came from inside.

[Chorus]
Three times burned, three times born,
Ash on the mouth of the morning horn.
Three times judged, three times returned,
Tell the gods what the fire learned.
Three times burned, three times named,
Gold walks out of the killing flame.

[Verse 2]
They burned her again by the spear-yard wall,
Where red sparks struck the shields of all.
Thor fed oak to the furnace mouth,
Odin watched from the iron south.
Her bones rang bright like hammered coins,
Her smoke tied knots around their loins.
By dusk she stood in a dress of soot,
With molten rings at either foot.

[Pre-Chorus]
The third fire roared till the hilltop split,
Till the dogs ran mad and the ravens quit.
Yet through the blaze her voice returned,
“You cannot rule what you have burned.”

[Chorus]
Three times burned, three times born,
Ash on the mouth of the morning horn.
Three times judged, three times returned,
Tell the gods what the fire learned.
Three times burned, three times named,
Gold walks out of the killing flame.

[Guitar Solo][Fast tremolo guitars trade with hardanger fiddle over double-kick fire patterns.]

[Bridge]
FRAY-yah tore the clasp from her falcon coat,
NYORD cursed salt into his throat.
The VAH-neer heard in field and fjord,
How Asgard answered craft with sword.

[Breakdown]
[Harsh Vocal]
Ash in the beard, ash in the bread.
Ash on the hands of the holy dead.
Ash in the cup, ash in the name.
Ash remembers who lit the flame.

[Final Chorus]
Three times burned, three times born,
Ash on the mouth of the morning horn.
Three times judged, three times returned,
Tell the gods what the fire learned.
Gold walks out of the killing flame.
Now war wakes up with the morning horn.

[Outro]
Bring the stake. Bring the chain.
The ash has learned every god by name.