[Intro]
Seven steps. Four blows.
Mud climbs higher where the war horn goes.

[Verse 1]
By noon the rain had a hammer’s sound,
It beat the shields into the ground.
The VAH-neer line came knee-deep, wide,
With river clay on the banner side.
Asgard’s stones were bright no more,
The golden seams ran down like ore.
Thor laughed once, then lost his breath,
When the field replied with a wall of death.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Duet]
FRAYR drove grain-signs into shields,
Odin cast runes across the fields.
FRAY-yah cried from the broken guard,
“Look at the mud on the walls of Asgard.”

[Chorus]
Mud on the walls of Asgard, mud on the throne,
Gold has a root and the root has grown.
Mud on the walls of Asgard, blood in the yard,
No god leaves this hour unscarred.
Strike till the bright gates buckle hard,
Mud on the walls of Asgard.

[Verse 2]
A spear hit stone where children played,
A VAH-neer horn split and frayed.
EYE-seer boots slipped on harvest earth,
War made a joke of immortal birth.
NYORD's sea-gust climbed the stair,
It slapped the torches from the air.
Loki bled from a laughing cheek,
And even the strong began to speak.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Duet]
“Can we win what we cannot hold?
Can we warm our hands with murdered gold?”
Odin heard, but answered hard,
“Hold the wall. Hold Asgard.”

[Chorus]
Mud on the walls of Asgard, mud on the throne,
Gold has a root and the root has grown.
Mud on the walls of Asgard, blood in the yard,
No god leaves this hour unscarred.
Strike till the bright gates buckle hard,
Mud on the walls of Asgard.

[Breakdown]
[Harsh Vocal]
No clean blade. No clean name.
No clean hand near the killing flame.
No clean law. No clean lord.
Only mud on the oath and the sword.

[Instrumental Break][Guitars hammer the 7/8 siege rhythm while horns repeat the three-note motif in low bursts.]

[Bridge]
Then silence fell for half a breath,
The kind that stands between two deaths.
Across the wall, FRAYR saw Thor,
Not as a tale, but as tired war.

[Climax]
[Choir]
The gate did not fall. The field did not flee.
The gods stood locked where the world could see.
No final blow. No chosen lord.
Only rain on a useless sword.

[Final Chorus]
Mud on the walls of Asgard, mud on the throne,
Gold has a root and the root has grown.
Mud on the walls of Asgard, blood in the yard,
No god leaves this hour unscarred.
Mud on the walls of Asgard, mark every guard,
Even the deathless are scarred.

[Outro]
Seven steps. Four blows.
Mud climbs higher where the war horn goes.
