[Intro]
A spear flew east. A seed split stone.
No god could call the quarrel his own.

[Verse 1]
Odin stood where the mud-lines meet,
With cold rain crawling round his feet.
GOONG-neer shook in his long white hand,
Pointing hunger across the land.
The VAH-neer came with plough and blade,
With salt-wet hair and banners frayed.
FRAYR had grain on his golden shield,
FRAY-yah wore hawk-claws for the field.

[Pre-Chorus]
No raven sang, no oxen lowed,
Only wheels in the wet ruts slowed.
Odin breathed, and the spearhead spoke,
A bright law cast through the battle smoke.

[Chorus]
Spear against seed, iron against rain,
Who owns the scar, who harvests the pain?
Spear against seed, oath against need,
Blood in the furrow, gold in the creed.
Strike for the hall, cry for the field,
Spear against seed will splinter the shield.

[Verse 2]
The first spear fell by a willow root,
And every throat went iron-mute.
Then drums broke loose from the VAH-neer side,
Like hooves in flood and a turning tide.
Thor met FRAYR where the banners crossed,
Each blow counted what both had lost.
NYORD called storms from the brine-black bay,
And Asgard’s dust turned into clay.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Duet]
FRAY-yah cried through the hawk-wing rain,
“Gold was the spark, but pride is the chain.”
Odin answered with ravens wide,
“Peace has a cost when the gods divide.”

[Chorus]
Spear against seed, iron against rain,
Who owns the scar, who harvests the pain?
Spear against seed, oath against need,
Blood in the furrow, gold in the creed.
Strike for the hall, cry for the field,
Spear against seed will splinter the shield.

[Instrumental Break][Jaw harp drives the groove while guitars and fiddle trade short battle phrases.]

[Bridge]
A plough can cut like a sword in spring,
A crown can rot in the hand of a king.
The field remembers the boot and bone,
The hall remembers its broken stone.

[Breakdown]
[Harsh Vocal]
Mud on the sandals, mud on the mail,
Mud on the oath meant never to fail.
Mud on the wall, mud on the wheel,
Mud where spear taught seed how to feel.

[Final Chorus]
Spear against seed, iron against rain,
Who owns the scar, who harvests the pain?
Spear against seed, oath against need,
Blood in the furrow, gold in the creed.
Spear against seed will splinter the shield.
The war-gods dance in a drowning field.

[Outro]
A spear flew east. A seed split stone.
The first war woke in the marrow of bone.
