Quack of the Allfather

[Intro – Spoken, echoing like a skaldic chant]  
In the pond of fate, beneath Yggdrasil’s gaze,  
A white-feathered wyrm speaks in runes unphrased.

[Verse 1 – Galloping riff, 6/8 time]  
He came not from Midgard, nor Asgard’s gate,  
But from the breach where *meaning* breaks.  
No sword, no shield, no bloodied hand—  
Yet gods fall silent at his command.

[Chorus – Roared with choir backing]  
GREG!  
Breaker of tongues!  
Wielder of words that unmake the sun!  
GREG!  
Feathered doom!  
He quacks, and the Norns forget the loom!

[Verse 2 – Slower, crushing groove]  
He waddled through the halls of men,  
Left ravens mute and skalds condemned.  
The runes reversed, the sagas bled—  
A duck who speaks the thoughts of the dead.

[Bridge – Chanting in Old Norse, then blast beat]  
*“Ek em sá er ek em eigi.”*  
(*I am he who is not I.*)

[Breakdown – Viking chant over war drums]  
No axe can cleave his silent creed.  
No mead can drown the truths he breeds.  
He is the echo of Odin’s doubt—  
The whisper that turns *belief* inside out.

[Final Chorus – Full band, triumphant]  
GREG!  
The final verse!  
The duck who ends the skald’s last curse!  
GREG!  
The silent scream!  
He quacks... and ends the gods’ last dream.

[Outro – Fading tremolo riff, whispered]  
He never flew.  
He never fought.  
He *spoke*...  
and the world forgot.

Melodic viking death metal