[Intro]
[Natural horn plays two notes of the Gjallarhorn motif; the expected third note does not arrive.]

[Verse 1]
Valhalla’s roof beams fell inward in rows,
Gold ran like wax over helmets and bows.
The benches where dead men had emptied their cups
Collapsed through the floor as the red fire rose up.
Surtr walked onward, his sword held on high,
A second hard daylight that blackened the sky.
Each sweep crossed a tower, each footstep crossed flame;
The halls lost their rafters, the doors lost their names.

[Pre-Chorus]
No hand reached for Mjölnir beside the black coil,
No antler rose up from the glass-covered soil.
No horn-keeper watched where the bright bridge had stood—
The fire found timber, then iron, then blood.

[Chorus]
The sea takes all—the ash, shield and throne,
The spear loses red, and the wolf loses bone.
The sea takes all—every banner and wall;
No hall stands above it, no root stays tall.
The last horn lies silent beneath the white squall—
When mountains have burned, then the sea takes all.

[Verse 2]
On Vígríðr, nine footprints held poison and rain,
Then water filled each one and levelled the plain.
Naglfar’s black hull, with its corpse-finger nails,
Burned down to embers with holes in its sails.
Garm and Týr vanished beneath the same tide;
No gate kept the dead and no law chose a side.
The swords of two enemies rusted as one
Where Heimdall and Loki lay under no sun.

[Choir]
Rafter and ring.
Raven and king.
Hammer and hound.
All carried down.

[Chorus]
The sea takes all—the ash, shield and throne,
The spear loses red, and the wolf loses bone.
The sea takes all—every banner and wall;
No hall stands above it, no root stays tall.
The last horn lies silent beneath the white squall—
When mountains have burned, then the sea takes all.

[Instrumental]
[The oar rhythm from Naglfar, Thor’s nine-beat pattern and Víðarr’s slow leather-foot pulse overlap, then disappear in that order.]

[Verse 3]
Yggdrasil groaned from its crown to its root,
Sap boiled black in each branch and each shoot.
The eagle fell wingless through smoke into foam;
The serpent lay broken with oceans for home.
Gungnir slipped loose from the wolf-bitten ground,
Turned once in the current and sank without sound.
Víðarr stood knee-deep, then waist-deep, then gone;
No witness remained for the ending of dawn.

[Bridge]
The stars did not shatter; they simply went blind.
The wind lost the forests that taught it to wind.
The fire met water with one breath of steam,
Then even the burning became only dream.
No judgment descended, no victor was crowned;
The world did not finish with glory—but drowned.

[Buildup]
Water through Asgard.
Water through Hel.
Water in Mímir’s
Unanswering well.
Water over anvil.
Water over pyre.
Water closes softly
Over Surtr’s fire.

[Final Chorus]
The sea takes all—the father and son,
The wolf and the spear and the deeds they have done.
The sea takes all—the faithful who fall,
The liar, the watchman, the king and the thrall.
No saga can rise where no listeners call—
The words lose their breath, and the sea takes all.

[Break]
[Only bowed lyre and one low baritone remain.]

The nail leaves the timber.
The chain leaves the stone.
The crown leaves the forehead.
The hand leaves the bone.
The horn leaves no echo.
The wave leaves no scar.
The sky has no color.
The dead have no hall.

[Choir]
No second sounding.
No answering shore.
No hammer returning.
No footsteps of Thor.
No spear in the heavens.
No flame on the wall.
The water keeps rising.
The sea takes all.

[Outro]
[The bowed lyre repeats the first album melody at half speed; strings, brass and guitar leave one at a time. No fade is used.]

Beneath the last water,
the Gjallarhorn lies.
No thunder. No raven.
Only—silence.
