[Intro]
[Natural horn states the three-note motif; crooked strings answer with the notes reversed.]

[Verse 1 — Heimdall / Loki]
[Heimdall]
You crossed my bright roadway with frost in your grin,
A guest at the table who measured each sin.
I watched every border, each footprint and spark;
I heard your lies breathing before they grew dark.
Now Bifröst lies broken, its colors run black,
And dead men have followed your nail-built attack.
Lay down the blade, Loki. Your road ends with me.

[Loki]
You guarded their doorway. Who paid for the key?

[Duet — Heimdall / Loki]
[Heimdall]
I kept what was entrusted.

[Loki]
You kept the ones who sat above.

[Heimdall]
You poisoned every promise.

[Loki]
They chained me for the grief they made.

[Both]
No court remains to hear us.
No witness leaves the ground.
The oath-breaker faces
The keeper of the sound.

[Chorus]
The horn-bearer and the oath-breaker meet,
On jewels turned to gravel beneath bleeding feet.
The horn-bearer and the oath-breaker strike;
One blade cuts straight while one turns like a lie.
No victor will stand when the last blows are made—
Two old accusations, two hands on a blade.

[Verse 2 — Loki / Heimdall]
[Loki]
Your gods called me brother when trouble was small,
Then named me the sickness they bred in their hall.
They laughed at my children, bound one with a chain,
Cast one in the ocean and crowned one in pain.
You heard every cry from your watchtower height;
Do not speak of justice while holding their light.

[Heimdall]
I heard what they suffered. I heard what you planned.
Pain is no pardon for burning the land.

[Duet — Heimdall / Loki]
[Loki]
Then guard it.

[Heimdall]
I will.

[Loki]
Though the bridge is a scar?

[Heimdall]
A gate is a duty wherever gates are.

[Loki]
Then die at the threshold.

[Heimdall]
Come test what you claim.

[Both]
One guards the ruin.
One enters through flame.

[Chorus]
The horn-bearer and the oath-breaker meet,
On jewels turned to gravel beneath bleeding feet.
The horn-bearer and the oath-breaker strike;
One blade cuts straight while one turns like a lie.
No victor will stand when the last blows are made—
Two old accusations, two hands on a blade.

[Instrumental]
[Horn and strings exchange increasingly short versions of their opposing motifs over fast tom patterns.]

[Bridge]
Heimdall cut deep through the ribs on the right;
Loki’s blade entered below the mail’s bite.
They staggered apart, then returned through the rain,
Too wounded for mercy, too living for pain.
The final two strokes crossed low and crossed high—
One opened a throat; one opened a side.

[Duet — Heimdall / Loki]
[Heimdall]
The horn has been sounded.

[Loki]
The halls have been shown.

[Heimdall]
You broke every pathway.

[Loki]
They broke their own.

[Both]
No truth will survive us
Untarnished and whole.
The blade finds the body.
The wound finds the soul.

[Final Chorus]
The horn-bearer and the oath-breaker fall,
Beside the dead colors and stones of the wall.
The horn-bearer and the oath-breaker lie,
One hand toward the bridge, one hand toward the sky.
No victor speaks last, no forgiveness is made—
Only two heartbeats fading beside each blade.

[Outro]
[The horn motif and its inversion land on the same low note; bowed lyre continues alone.]

Heimdall’s fingers loosen.
Loki’s laughter is gone.
The broken bridge darkens.
The battle moves on.