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[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.
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2025
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Melodic viking death metal
Credits
Prompt by
OldManMalice
OldManMaliceModelAria v4
