[Intro]


[Intro]
Do you hear it?
The crackle, the hiss?
Do you feel it? The ash on the wind…
Once ignored.
Now this is the penance for such bliss...

[Break]


[Verse 1]
Do you breathe it—the forgotten lung?
A scorch upon the marrow of breath.
Our auguries were etched in frost and flame,
Yet you feasted, deaf to death.

[Verse 2]
We pressed our laments in bark and bone,
But revels drowned the rune’s foretelling.
The fjord became a mirror of blood,
While halls were drunk with hollow swelling.

[Break]


[Verse 3]
Our horns resounded through shadowed fog,
Yet vows dissolved in laughter’s fire.
The tinder burned in the earth’s black lung,
Now, its breath becomes your pyre.

[Pre-Chorus]
Flames enthroned the ribs of stone,
Smoke coils serpents round the spine.
Fenrir will gnaw at the marrow of dreams,
As there will be no dawn to shine.

[Chorus]
Hearth undone, stone to rust,
All is ash—so all things must 
Heart undone, stone to rust,
All is ash—so all things must
Hearth undone, stone to rust
All is ash—so all things must
Hearth undone, stone to rust
All is ash—so all things must

[Break]
Hearth undone, stone to rust
All is ash—so all things must
Hearth undone, stone to rust
All is ash—so all things must
Hearth undone, stone to rust
All is ash—so all things must

[Pre-Chorus]
Sea has convulsed at mountain’s heel,
There ship's collapse in a furnace.
While the sun withdraws, as the wind wears teeth,
The stars to retreat to the wyrm’s blind side.

[Break]
His embered blade,
And all are bound together.

[Chorus]
Fire crowned the skull of peaks,
And ash descended as Hel’s snow.
Roots were one, the oaths seared,
While wolves howled high and low.


[Bridge]
Did you hear the hoof of the dusk-born steed,
Hear the horn of Heimdall break?
Your gold will not ransom seed from ash,
No supplication the cinders take.

[Verse 4]
Surt will exhale as the heavens char,
As bones of earth will glow red in tombs.
No shadows left for gods to wear,
Only fire, wolves, and their blood moon.

[Break]

[Outro]
We told you…
The crackle, the hiss…
Now nothing remains but this...
This is her final...

the Lyre in the Pyre

RoseCold