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Lyrics
[Intro]
Late night
Cold rain
Bragi on the corner
Bloodstains in the drain
[Verse 1]
They call him Rúnar in the backstreets
Tattoo inked runes on his left cheek
Burn marks, bite marks under that fleece
Been at war since ‘06, never had peace
Black coat smellin’ like smoke and iron
Eyes red raw from the nights he’s wired
Gods blowin’ up his old Nokia
He flip it face down, he ain’t replyin’
Odin on the line like “answer, son”
He just lights a cig, says “I’m the one”
If they cared ‘bout Keflavík, they’d come
So he sharpen fangs from a broken gun
[Chorus]
Bragi Rúnar, night-time ruler (yeah)
Fights in shadows, streets feel cooler (uh)
Bats in the sky, but the blocks feel safe
He the thug that the gods can’t trace
Bragi Rúnar, cold heart, truer (truer)
Blood on the boots, soul gettin’ bluer
If the gods keep ringin’, he let it vibrate
He just save Keflavík, never clock, never late
[Verse 2]
Back alley bar by the harbor
He sip black coffee, get darker
Hear hiss in the vent, that’s a marker
Vamp teeth flash, he move sharper
Broken bottle, sunlight in a vial
He smash both, end the trial
Ash on the floor in a crooked pile
Mop boy think it’s just dirt and tile
Lil kids bike past with their hoods up
They don’t know why the night stood up
Why the worst fangs don’t pull up
Why the dawn come fast when it should shut
Thor text “bro, you ain’t mortal”
He delete that, walk through the portal
Not sky, just a rusted door
Basement full of coffins, he settle the score
[Chorus]
Bragi Rúnar, night-time ruler (yeah)
Fights in shadows, streets feel cooler (hey)
Bats in the sky, but the blocks feel safe
He the thug that the gods can’t trace
Bragi Rúnar, cold heart, truer
Blood on the boots, soul gettin’ bluer
If the gods keep ringin’, he let it vibrate
He just save Keflavík, never clock, never late
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Who guard the block when the flights take off?
Who drag demons where the tide run rough?
Who still answer when the fangs talk tough?
Not the skyfolk
Just a thug in cuffs
(Bragi, Bragi) whispered by the graveyard gate
(Bragi, Bragi) legend that the fiends all hate
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark Nordic trap-rap: minor-key Icelandic folk-flavored sample, heavy 808s, skittering hi-hats, and distant choir stabs. Verses stay sparse so the vocal can bite; hook explodes with layered ad-libs, sub shaking the room. Occasional icy bell plucks and low male chant for mythic tension, ending on a cold, abrupt drop.
Credits
Prompt byHarmonicFuture684
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about thug named Bragi Rúnar as he is known in underworld. He has since 2006 been secretly fighting vampires while ignoring phone calls from the gods saving the streets of Keflavik, rap, trap
