[Intro]
[Gungnir’s descending brass figure races against the inverted wolf motif over Sleipnir’s eight-beat hoof rhythm.]

[Verse 1 — Odin]
Sleipnir ran hard through the corpses and mire,
Each iron-grey nostril drew poison and fire.
Fenrir stood waiting with jaws spread apart,
The roof of his mouth like a blood-darkened chart.
I levelled Gungnir; its red point ran true,
It bit at the shoulder and buried in sinew.
The wolf did not falter or turn from the pain;
He shortened the distance and swallowed the rein.

[Pre-Chorus — Fenrir]
One eye for wisdom, one spear for a king—
What use are the runes when my jaw hinges spring?
You measured all endings and called yourself wise.
Did none of them teach you the width of my bite?

[Chorus]
Fenrir’s open mouth is wider than sky,
Gungnir draws a red line, but red lines can die.
Fenrir’s open mouth closes over the throne;
Gold, wool and spear shaft break under bone.
The wisest of gods disappears from the plain—
One eye in darkness, one crown in the rain.

[Verse 2 — Odin]
The saddle tore loose as the great jaws came down;
Sleipnir rolled free from the splintering crown.
Gungnir stood upright one breath in the gum,
Then snapped at the middle with thunder gone dumb.
Odin saw nothing but palate and tooth,
No rune carved a doorway, no lie became truth.
He called neither raven nor warrior nor son;
The jaws met together, and Odin was gone.

[Choir]
Spear in the burning sky.
King in the jaw.
Knowledge has met
The oldest law.

[Instrumental]
[The orchestra drops away; low guitars repeat Fenrir’s chain rhythm while one leather-foot pulse approaches.]

[Verse 3 — Víðarr]
I saved every leather strip cut from a shoe,
The heel and the toe that the cobblers cast through.
Layer upon layer, year after year,
A sole made for standing where jaws disappear.
I carried no speech for the father I lost,
No bargain with death and no count of the cost.
I stepped on the lower jaw, heavy and slow,
And seized at the upper where hot rivers flowed.

[Duet — Fenrir / Víðarr]
[Fenrir]
Silent son, stand aside.

[Víðarr]
Open wider. Let me inside.

[Fenrir]
Your father is ended.

[Víðarr]
His ending is mine.

[Fenrir]
The worlds are already burning.

[Víðarr]
Then bleed for the time.

[Breakdown]
Leather on fang.
Hand in the red.
One foot for the living.
One grip for the dead.
Jaw against sinew.
Shoulder against bone.
The silent son answers
Without shield or throne.

[Chorus]
Fenrir’s open mouth splits the daylight wide,
Víðarr steps wordless, with neither cry nor blade.
Fenrir’s open mouth breaks under his tread;
The upper jaw splinters, the lower runs red.
The wolf who ate Odin falls hard on the plain—
But vengeance brings no father back from the slain.

[Guitar Solo]
[A slow, crushing lead transforms the chain rhythm into Víðarr’s leather-foot motif.]

[Bridge]
Víðarr knelt once where the broken spear lay,
The shaft burned at one end, the point turned to grey.
Behind him, Valhalla collapsed in the heat;
Before him, the wolf’s blood ran over his feet.
He lifted no weapon and shouted no claim;
The mouth had been broken—the world burned the same.

[Final Chorus]
Fenrir’s open mouth lies open and still,
Its teeth like pale stones on the blood-covered hill.
Fenrir’s open mouth no longer holds sky,
But Odin stays swallowed, and all fathers die.
The son took his vengeance; the debt has been paid—
Asgard falls burning beyond Gungnir’s blade.

[Outro]
[The Gjallarhorn motif returns in low brass, but its final note is buried beneath the sound of collapsing strings and drums.]

No cheer from the living.
No song from the slain.
Only the leather shoe
Standing in rain.