[Verse 1]
Cold march
Boots on ash
Name burned in bark
Old oaths, old scars
Norn sent
Through frostbitten pines
Breath like smoke
Eyes hard lines
Rust on his mail
Rime on his beard
Ravens above him
Circle and jeer
Orders in his head
Like iron nails
“Cut the tongue of the song
So the story fails”
[Pre-Chorus]
He mutters, “Forgive me”
To a sky that never speaks back
Every step
He feels the string go slack
[Chorus]
The dust settled as the arrows flew
Stuck like a pincushion, Bragi fell, it was through
God of the verses, bleeding into the grass
Mouth full of crimson where the rhymes used to flash
The dust settled, and the valley went black
Every word he ever wrote turning tar in the cracks
I was sent for the song
Now the silence will last
Bragi fell to his knees… and passed
[Verse 2]
Gold harp
Thrown in mud
Honey on his tongue
Now honey is blood
Bragi, bright eyes
Braids full of runes
Voice carved halls
And carried whole rooms
He steps from the birch
Bow bent like a vow
Heart fights his ribs
“Do I end him now?”
But fate’s cold hand
Writes over doubt
Fingers on the string
Then he lets hell out
[Pre-Chorus]
Feathers explode
In a storm of sound
He can’t take it back
Once the gods hit ground
[Chorus]
The dust settled as the arrows flew
Stuck like a pincushion, Bragi fell, it was through
God of the verses, bleeding into the grass
Mouth full of crimson where the rhymes used to flash
The dust settled, and the valley went black
Every word he ever wrote turning tar in the cracks
I was sent for the song
Now the silence will last
Bragi fell to his knees… and passed
[Bridge]
[Guitars drop to half-time chugs, drums pounding]
He walks up slow
Through the broken reeds
Ink-dark blood
On his boots and knees
“Sing,” he whispers
To the empty air
But all that answers
Is a vacant stare
He killed the chorus
He crushed the hymn
Tore out the tongue
So they called on him
Name like a knot
Name like a thorn
“Poetry dies”
Signed by Norn
[Chorus]
The dust settled as the arrows flew
Stuck like a pincushion, Bragi fell, it was through
God of the verses, bleeding into the grass
Mouth full of crimson where the rhymes used to flash
The dust settled, and the valley went black
Every word he ever wrote turning tar in the cracks
I was sent for the song
Now the silence will last
Bragi fell to his knees… and passed
Talmaen
