[Intro]
[Female Vocal]
Feather clasp, copper pin,
Dawn outside and war within.

[Verse 1]
FRAY-yah tied the falcon cloak,
While campfires spat and the wet shields smoked.
Her fingers shook, but her voice was plain,
“Wake the field, wake the rain.”
She flew low where the spearheads slept,
Past torn black flags and horses kept.
Below her, FRAYR drew a harvest sign,
Above him, ravens crossed the line.

[Pre-Chorus]
No lover’s charm, no bridal gold,
Only orders in the morning cold.
Wingbeat, heartbeat, leather drawn,
Falcon cloak before dawn.

[Chorus]
Falcon Cloak Before Dawn, cut the red sky,
Tell every shield why the young gods die.
Falcon Cloak Before Dawn, carry the cry,
We will not bow and we will not buy.
Feather to flame, talon to law,
Fly where the first spear tore what we saw.

[Verse 2]
She saw Asgard’s wall through a veil of rain,
Saw mud on gold and ash in the grain.
She saw Odin walking alone below,
Counting the cost no court would know.
GOOL-vayg's name moved tent to tent,
Like a coin in a beggar’s hand.
Some cursed her fire, some blessed her art,
All felt the hook beneath the heart.

[Pre-Chorus]
FRAY-yah folded fear into rage,
Rage into song, and song into page.
“Tell the drums I will answer the horn,
No peace is clean when it is born.”

[Chorus]
Falcon Cloak Before Dawn, cut the red sky,
Tell every shield why the young gods die.
Falcon Cloak Before Dawn, carry the cry,
We will not bow and we will not buy.
Feather to flame, talon to law,
Fly where the first spear tore what we saw.

[Drum Break][Fast toms and kick drums trade with handclaps before the full band returns.]

[Bridge]
From above, all banners fray,
Red and gold look much like clay.
From above, proud voices thin,
War is a wheel with no god within.

[Build-up]
Pin the cloak. Tighten the braid.
Kiss the charm by the broken blade.
Wake the line. Open the gate.
Dawn is early. War is late.

[Final Chorus]
Falcon Cloak Before Dawn, cut the red sky,
Tell every shield why the young gods die.
Falcon Cloak Before Dawn, carry the cry,
We will not bow and we will not buy.
Feather to flame, talon to law,
Sing like a blade when the war-drums call.

[Outro]
Feather clasp, copper pin,
Dawn outside and war within.
