[Intro – deep female voice, low and ancient] Before your halls. Before your crowns. Before the first blade split the ground... I was here. You call me Earth. I call you temporary. [Verse 1 – rapid chopper flow] I am Jörð, stone under stride, Root in the dark and mountain-side. Field where the seed and the dead both lie, Dust in your lungs when kingdoms die. You build your halls on bones I keep, Raise your towers where old kings sleep. Hammer the iron, carve out the road, Every empire still bears my load. You name the rivers, fence the plain, Cut through forest, dam the rain. Claim every acre, mark every line, Then rot beneath what you called “mine.” I do not hurry, I do not chase, Time does the work and I hold the place. Men carve their names into rock with pride, Then weather comes... and I decide. [Pre-Chorus – low female crew chant] ROOT! STONE! BLOOD! BONE! [Chorus – massive female lead with low crew] I AM JÖRÐ! I am the ground beneath your war! I AM JÖRÐ! Every king comes back through my door! Mountains rise and the valleys form! I cradle the seed and I bury the storm! I AM JÖRÐ! You walk on me... but you belong to me! [Verse 2 – faster] Óðinn came where the old roots grew, Wanderer’s eye and a hunger for truth. From that meeting thunder was born, Red-bearded strength for the coming storm. Þórr, my son, when your hammer falls, I feel the strike through mountain walls. Sky may roar when you call the rain, But every footstep returns through my veins. You guard mankind with lightning bright, I keep the ground beneath the fight. You break the giant threatening home, I break the walls when fault-lines groan. Thunder above and stone below, Two ancient powers the worlds both know. You carry Mjöllnir, I carry all, And even thunder needs ground to fall. [Beat switch – deep quake rumble] [Verse 3 – rolling chopper cadence] I am not gentle because flowers grow, Ask buried cities what earthquakes know. Ask the cliff when the hillside slides, Ask the coast when the ocean climbs. Fertile field and funeral mound, Both are children of the same ground. Life from soil, then flesh returned, Ash becomes earth when the pyres have burned. You want a mother? Then learn the word. A mother protects, but she is still Jörð. I feed the lamb and I feed the crow, Raise the wheat and the thorn below. Mercy and hunger share one bed, Green from the rain, green from the dead. No contradiction, no moral divide, Life eats life and still survives. [Chorus] I AM JÖRÐ! I am the ground beneath your war! I AM JÖRÐ! Every king comes back through my door! Mountains rise and the valleys form! I cradle the seed and I bury the storm! I AM JÖRÐ! You walk on me... but you belong to me! [Verse 4 – maximum-speed chopper] Dig for the silver, dig for the gold, Dig through the bones of the stories untold. Cut down the forest, poison the stream, Call it progress, sell the dream. Take what you need, I understand, Life must live from life and land. But greed forgets what wisdom knew: Take too much and I take from you. Not revenge, no anger required, Balance returns when excess is tired. Soil goes barren, rivers run dry, Storms cross fields beneath blackened sky. You are not masters, never were, You are one breath in a living blur. Respect the field, respect the tree, Not because I beg— because you need me. [Bridge – slow, crushing] Every blade comes from my ore. Every ship leaves from my shore. Every feast begins in my skin. Every grave returns you again. [Verse 5 – accelerating] I held your mothers. I hold your sons. I remember battles after they're done. Blood sinks down and names disappear, But nothing is wasted beneath me here. Bone into mineral, flesh into loam, Everything wandering finally comes home. God, giant, farmer, slave or king, I make no rank of the buried thing. Gold crown rusts beside iron chain, Roots grow through them just the same. So boast while breathing, carve your fame, I neither worship nor curse your name. Your story matters while hearts still burn, But every body... waits its turn. [Final Chorus – enormous, layered] I AM JÖRÐ! I am the ground beneath your war! I AM JÖRÐ! Every king comes back through my door! Mountains rise and the valleys form! I cradle the seed and I bury the storm! I AM JÖRÐ! Mother of thunder, keeper of stone! You walk upon me— [beat cuts] —but never alone. [Outro – deep whisper, earth rumbling] Before your gods built halls... I was here. When the last hall falls... I will remain.
