(Ticking...) (Hissing...) [Verse 1: Spoken-singing with growing intensity. Industrial percussion mimics a beating heart.] They walked the velvet path where the feline leaves no trace Trapping the sound of the step in a jar of hollow air A net of echoes cast upon the floor of the forest They sheared the invisible grain from a maiden’s marble chin Harvesting the ghost of a beard that the sun can never see Then reached beneath the granite to pull the stone-black veins The roots of the mountain, uncoiling from the deep [Pre-Chorus: Rising tension, symphonic strings building, operatic soprano backing vocals] They brought the Lædingr, he shattered the links like glass They brought the Drómi, it melted in his furnace-throat But the dark ones spun a ribbon of impossible things A silken wire to strangle the destiny of the wild [Chorus: High energy, anthemic power metal. Soaring operatic vocals, double-kick drums.] RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH! O, Fenrir! Bound by the silence of time A ghostly trap for the hunger of the void One hand for the mouth, a heavy price for the lie Týr bleeds the light of a dying horizon Gleipnir coils like a serpent of smoke Under the weight of the hammer’s final stroke! [Verse 2: Heavy rhythmic guitar chugging. A mid-tempo groove with mechanical percussion accents.] Into the crushing blue, they cast a crystal cage To catch the invisible sigh from the lung of the silver trout The breath of the water, a vapor held in glass They climbed the jagged wind to find the moisture of the kite The spittle of the bird, a liquid forged from flight And stripped the bear of the corded strength he used to own Braiding the missing muscle into a rope of bone [Verse 3: The Moon Howl. Atmospheric, heavy bass, building to a crescendo.] He tilts his muzzle to the pale, silver orb A song of hunger that the night cannot absorb His sons are running on the tracks of the stars While he is bleeding behind invisible bars The moon is a mirror of a cold, white eye Watching the predator begin to cry No strength of sinew can break what does not exist The paradoxical cord, the ghost in the machine The wolf is the engine, the world is the cage The stars are turning to the end of the age [Chorus: Maximum energy, power metal chorus with gospel-style operatic choir backing.] O, Fenrir! Bound by the silence of time A ghostly trap for the hunger of the void One hand for the mouth, a heavy price for the lie Týr bleeds the light of a dying horizon Gleipnir coils like a serpent of smoke Under the weight of the hammer’s final stroke! [Outro: Symphonic breakdown. The music slows into a somber pipe organ melody. The ticking returns.] [Spoken: Automaton voice, dying battery effect] The wolf sleeps in a bed of frozen stone Dreaming of the day the tether breaks The wolf sleeps in a bed of frozen stone Dreaming of the day the tether breaks
