[Intro]
Raise no banner without a stain.
Name the gold. Name the slain.

[Verse 1]
The last field lay between hall and grain,
Half Asgard stone and half VAH-neer rain.
Golden spears in the morning mud,
Looked less like honor, more like blood.
Odin came with his one eye bright,
FRAY-yah came with the hawk in flight.
FRAYR stood still where the wheat once grew,
Thor raised thunder, but thunder knew.

[Pre-Chorus]
This was no tale for the children’s board,
No clean god with a spotless sword.
GOOL-vayg's laugh in the ash returned,
Not as a body, but as what they learned.

[Chorus]
War of the Golden Gods, ring the iron bell,
Heaven bought a crown and paid with hell.
War of the Golden Gods, none rise pure,
Gold made the scar and the scar endured.
Raise the cup, reckon the odds,
We were remade in the war of the golden gods.

[Verse 2]
[Duet]
The EYE-seer struck like a mountain split,
The VAH-neer bent and answered it.
Horns cut low through the shield-wall cries,
Rain ran red under harvest skies.
FRAY-yah met Odin where the dead grass steamed,
“Now you know what your law has dreamed.”
Odin said, “Now I know what power costs,”
And both looked round at what both had lost.

[Pre-Chorus]
No side broke and no side kneeled,
Both had ghosts beneath the shield.
The final blow hung in the air,
Too tired to fall, too proud to spare.

[Chorus]
War of the Golden Gods, ring the iron bell,
Heaven bought a crown and paid with hell.
War of the Golden Gods, none rise pure,
Gold made the scar and the scar endured.
Raise the cup, reckon the odds,
We were remade in the war of the golden gods.

[Guitar Solo][Lead guitar and hardanger fiddle trade fast battle lines over galloping double kick.]

[Bridge]
Then NYORD set salt on the spearhead’s seam,
FRAYR laid grain where the blood ran clean.
FRAY-yah took ash from GOOL-vayg's fire,
Odin named the flame and cut desire.

[Breakdown]
[Harsh Vocal]
Gold. Mud. Cup. Blood.
Spear. Seed. Oath. Need.
No victor clean. No loser gone.
Only gods who must go on.

[Build-up]
Fill the cup. Break the shield.
Name the dead in the open field.
Hang the spear. Keep the scar.
Peace is not what the young think wars are.

[Final Chorus]
War of the Golden Gods, ring the iron bell,
Heaven bought a crown and paid with hell.
War of the Golden Gods, none rise pure,
Gold made the scar and the scar endured.
Raise the cup, reckon the odds,
Even the deathless must answer to blood.

[Outro]
Raise no banner without a stain.
Name the gold. Name the slain.
The spear hangs still, but the thread goes on,
And nothing rules as it ruled at dawn.
