[Verse 1] [Heavy, distorted fuzz-bass kicks in. Slow, sludge-metal tempo.] The salt is a circle of white-burning teeth And the goat’s blood is humming in the dirt underneath I didn’t invite the gods, they’re fossils and dust I’m calling the hunger, the iron, the rust. Strip off the linen, let the cold hit the skin Where the ritual ends is where the fucking begins. [Pre-Chorus] [Tempo accelerates. Double-kick drums start thumping like a heartbeat.] Don't pray to the hammer, don't pray to the spear The Sky-Father’s shaking, the ending is here. Unlock the Gleipnir, snap every link, We’re standing right here on the precipice brink. [Chorus] [Wall of sound. High energy. Anthemic and raw.] Shed the skin! Break the seal! Make the phantom hunger real! Call the wolf from the void of the night, Rip the sun from the blinding light! FENRIR! Wake the beast, feel the power ignite, We’re fucking burning the world tonight! ]Verse 2] [Bass drops out. Percussive, rhythmic chanting in the background. Gritty, spoken-word delivery.] Now crawl on your belly, press your chest to the stone, I want to feel the vibration in every marrow-bone. It’s a visceral heat, a carnal kind of greed, The kind of power that makes a whole empire bleed. Slide your hand in the dark, feel the fur, feel the heat, Where the lust for the kill and the ecstasy meet. I want you screaming in the throat of the storm, While the old world melts and the new one takes form. [Bridge] [Tempo slows down to a sensual, heavy grind. Breathy vocals.] Fuck the prophecy, fuck the fate of the stars, We’re breaking the locks, we’re bending the bars. It’s a primal collision, a collision of souls, The void in your chest is the void he controls. Taste the copper, taste the sweat, taste the roar, I’ve never felt a power like this before. Harder. Faster. Let the mountains collapse, The leash is gone—now the universe snaps. [Guitar Solo - Chaotic, screeching, mimicking a wolf's howl] [Outro] [Maximum volume. Aggressive. Chaotic.] THE JAW IS OPEN! THE SKY IS TORN! FROM THE ASHES OF MIDGARD, THE HUNGER IS BORN! [Screamed] EAT THE SUN! EAT THE LIGHT! WE ARE THE MASTERS OF THE ENDLESS NIGHT! [Ending] [Sudden silence. Only the sound of a single, massive chain snapping. One final, guttural growl.] *Fenrir.*
