Nordic warrior, Vikings! Hu! Hu! Uuuuuu! [War Drums, heavy dark bass, bass boosted] Styrkur! (Strength!) Hugrekki! (Courage!) Heiður! (Honor!) Kraftur! (Power!) Víkingur! (Viking!) Óðinn! Þór! Hu-hu-hu! [ANGELIC CHANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... [ICELANDIC WHISPER] Þið ýttuð frá ykkur verndarengli ykkar... Dökkur tími... (You pushed your guardian away... Dark times...) [solo ] [ANGELIC CHANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... Styrkur! (Strength!) Hugrekki! (Courage!) Heiður! (Honor!) Kraftur! (Power!) Víkingur! (Viking!) Óðinn! Þór! Hu-hu-hu! [ICELANDIC WHISPER] The guardian turns his back... Dökkur tími rís... Ragnarök vaknar... (Dark times arise... Ragnarök awakens...) [ANGELIC CHANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... [solo war drums, chant,] Styrkur! (Strength!) Hugrekki! (Courage!) Heiður! (Honor!) Kraftur! (Power!) Víkingur! (Viking!) Óðinn! Þór! Hu-hu-hu! Shadow over the digital world, darkness opens wide, dark times are rising, no place left to hide. Þið ýttuð frá ykkur verndarenglinum... Guardian gone... Guardian gone... [ANGELIC CHANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... [DARKNESS OPENS — DARK CHOIR] Darkness opens, dark times rise, shadows fall across the land, blackness fills the skies. The shadow of fate falls at last, the price of what you made, the digital shadow grows, cold, silent, unafraid. The cold mirror of the screen enchants the human mind, you see a world upon the glass while losing yours behind. [solo mungipa och nyckelharpa] Nornir weave beneath Yggdrasil's root, Urðr spins the past, Verdandi spins the now, Skuld holds the future's thread. No one escapes their choice. Kraftur! (Power!) Styrkur! (Strength!) Hugrekki! (Courage!) Heiður! (Honor!) And Loki smiles as the world moves toward Ragnarök. Hel, daughter of Loki, waits beside her gate, Fenrir slowly wakes, and night will not wait. Winter comes, the harvest calls, what you planted in the darkness is what returns when everything falls. [ANGELIC CHANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... [solo mungipa och nyckelharpa] He saw it first, you would not listen. Þið ýttuð frá ykkur verndarenglinum... Verndarengill... Guardian... [ANGELIC CHANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... [solo] Like Judas selling truth for a handful of cold coins, you sold the watchful ones for a promise built on dust. Hvað gerðist? (What happened?) Hvat gekk þetta? (What went wrong?) [VERSE 4] You thought you knew it all, you read a thousand voices but never heard the city's soul, and while the algorithms grew, the human world broke apart. You followed the crowd's quick answer, what was right, what was wrong. You traded away your own soul step by step, so easily. Óðinn hung for nine nights to discover the power of the runes. You received your answers with one single click... and thought you knew everything. Rúnar! (Runes!) Kraftur! (Power!) Hugur! (Mind!) Styrkur! (Strength!) [ANGELIC CHANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... [VERSE 5] [LOW CHOIR] Enginn sér... (No one sees...) Enginn veit... (No one knows...) Örlögin koma... (Fate is coming...) Níðhöggr gnaws beneath Yggdrasil's root, and fear gnaws beneath every human threat. High among the branches, Huginn and Muninn fly, carrying memory, carrying thought, carrying the things you tried to leave behind. Ragnarök is not only fire across heaven and earth. It begins when humanity loses its voice. When truth becomes noise. When courage becomes silence. When the guardian is cast away. STYRKUR! (Strength!) MOD! (Courage!) HEIÐUR! (Honor!) ANDI! (Spirit!) Vreden grows beneath the surface, anger rumbles through the streets, a whole society burning with fever without a steady hand. Those who could hold the balance you drove away yourselves. And now the night is falling, and every step feels short. You tore down your bridges. You rejected your guard. You called darkness freedom. You called betrayal power. But when Heimdall sounds the Gjallarhorn's cold call, no screen can save you when reality demands a choice. [ANGELIC CHANT — DISTANT] ooooo....ååååå...oooååå...... na...na....na-na....-naaaaa...... [VERSE 8] So the guardian angels withdraw into the night. The watchers go home. Those who once stood behind your back stand there no longer. Guð sér... (God sees...) Dark clouds cross the earth. And emptiness becomes the answer when you burn your bridges, your trust, your words. Þið ýttuð frá ykkur verndarenglinum... Now stand alone. Ertu tilbúinn? (Are you ready?) Víkingur! (Viking!) STYRKUR! (Strength!) KRAFTUR! (Power!) HUGREKKI! (Courage!) HEIÐUR! (Honor!) RÍS! (Rise!) STANDA! (Stand!) HALTU ÁFRAM! (Keep going!) RAGNARÖK VAKNAR. (Ragnarök awakens.)
