[Intro]
[Contrabass strings slide around a fixed low note; three slow tom strokes answer each movement.]

[Verse 1]
Whale bones lay white in the garden of silt,
Anchors slept deep where black weeds had knit.
My spine ringed the world in a salt-covered seam,
My breath moved below every fisherman’s dream.
For ages I tasted the roots of the ships,
Iron from anchors and blood from split lips.
Then one bronze note entered the trench where I curled;
I loosened my tail from the throat of the world.

[Pre-Chorus]
The seabed broke open, the cold columns shook,
The drowned lost their grip on each bell, blade, and hook.
I lifted one scale through the white-churning spray—
The moon left the water and hurried away.

[Chorus]
The serpent wakes under salt, under stone;
The sea loses measure, the coast loses bone.
The serpent wakes, and the deep waters climb;
Black venom flowers where waves kept their time.
Call for the thunder, let hammer-bells ring—
The serpent has woken; let old debts take wing.

[Verse 2]
I rose beside headlands and tore through their clay,
Boathouses folded and drifted away.
The nets came up empty, then green, then red;
Gulls dropped from heaven with foam on their heads.
My middle crossed currents no chart ever named,
My scales carried scars where his lightning had flamed.
I smelled Mjölnir’s iron beyond the red rain;
The hand that once lifted me sought me again.

[Break]
[Only bowed lyre, low vocal and a heartbeat floor tom remain.]

Thor, I remember the hook and the line,
The ox head bleeding, your knuckles in brine.
You raised me once, but the cord was cut through;
The sea kept the ending it promised to you.

[Chorus]
The serpent wakes under salt, under stone;
The sea loses measure, the coast loses bone.
The serpent wakes, and the deep waters climb;
Black venom flowers where waves kept their time.
Call for the thunder, let hammer-bells ring—
The serpent has woken; let old debts take wing.

[Guitar Solo]
[A slow bent-note guitar solo coils around the stretched three-note horn motif.]

[Bridge]
No hatred is needed when endings are old,
When one tale is written in venom and gold.
He carries the storm; I carry the sea.
Neither may turn from what both came to be.
The shore is our witness, the dead are our choir;
His lightning falls blue through Muspelheim’s fire.

[Breakdown]
Scale over mast.
Coil under keel.
Poison the cloud.
Make prophecy real.
Hammer will fall.
Fang will reply.
One kills the ocean.
One kills the sky.

[Final Chorus]
The serpent wakes, and the warships capsize;
Its venom draws curtains across the gods’ eyes.
The serpent wakes, and the thunder comes near;
Red beard in sea spray, no shadow of fear.
Nine steps wait hidden beyond victory’s ring—
The serpent has woken to die with a king.

[Outro]
[The riff descends one semitone at a time until only the fixed pedal note remains.]

The tide has no harbor.
The foam has turned black.
The hammer comes forward.
The sea will not turn back.