💙14 - Veilbound [Runes of Wyrd]🤍

viking atmospheric dark folk blended with progressive metal slow evolving tempo heavy and oppressive mood inspired by Nordic Folk, Ambient, Neofolk deep organic textures ritualistic pulse tension driven composition complex structure 13 8 or 7 8 time signature instruments dominant tagelharpa and nyckelharpa with raw bowed tones deep frame drums and war drums bone flutes distant horns low throat drones gradual addition of progressive metal elements with heavy guitars subtle polyrhythms and evolving structures vocals layered old viking male and viking female voices old male deep ritualistic grounded and powerful female ethereal breathy haunting and emotional viking choirs call and response whispers distant chants overlapping textures and rising vocal density atmosphere dark mystical cold nordic tension spiritual weight immersive and cinematic production ultra high quality organic wide stereo deep low end rich textures dynamic progression no modern synths

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Album : https://suno.com/playlist/d3b85d17-41e5-4f6c-bfbc-4086191ed19e

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Skalvheim.

Thick steam slowly rose through the room, wrapping the wooden walls in a damp, almost suffocating warmth. Water ran down the jarl’s shoulders as he sat in his large dark wooden bath, while Min carefully poured another ladle of hot water over his neck, letting the scent of medicinal herbs spread through the air.

The door burst open without warning.

Helena stepped in sharply, Bruno just behind her. Her gaze was hard, fixed directly on her father.

“Father, we need to talk. Seriously.”

Mikal-Finnvard slightly turned his head, not rising, observing his daughter through the steam.

“That sounds important,” he said calmly. “Min, leave us.”

“No.”

The word snapped through the room.

Helena did not take her eyes off Min.

“She stays. She’s Bruno’s mother. And if anyone can help us understand... it might be her.”

A heavy silence followed. Min lowered her head slightly.

“If I can help... I will,” she murmured, continuing to gently wipe the damp floor as if to steady herself.

Helena let out a faint, bitter smile.

“Help... yes. Just like you helped my mother, perhaps?”

The air seemed to cool despite the heat.

The jarl frowned but said nothing.

“So?” he continued after a moment. “Trondheim. What happened?”

Helena took a deep breath.

“King Hakon is dead. In his sleep. No struggle. No marks.”

Mikal-Finnvard straightened slightly.

“In his sleep? That makes no sense.”

Min, however, had frozen. Her movement had stopped, almost imperceptibly.

Helena noticed.

“No, it doesn’t,” she continued. “And when we found him... he was holding a ring.”

She slowly raised her hand.

The wolf-headed ring caught the flickering firelight.

“The same one. Exactly the same.”

The jarl narrowed his eyes.

“Where did you get that? Don’t tell me you took it from the king.”

“No.”

Helena clenched her jaw.

“Bruno had a nightmare on the ship. He thought he was going to die... he felt it, like it was real. He woke up suddenly. And me...”

She opened her hand, slightly trembling despite herself.

“I woke up with this ring in mine.”

Silence fell again, heavier than before.

Slowly, Helena turned her head toward Min.

Min tried to shrink into herself, shoulders slightly hunched, hands tense.

Helena stepped forward.

“You...”

Her voice was low, trembling with restrained anger.

In a sudden motion, she slammed Min against the wall. The dull impact echoed through the room.

“You’re hiding something from me. You know this ring, don’t you?”

“It’s... just a ring...” Min stammered.

Helena’s hand closed around her throat.

“Stop treating me like a fool.”

Her eyes burned with contained fury.

“Tell me the truth. Now.”

“HELENA, THAT’S ENOUGH.”

The jarl’s voice thundered.

He rose abruptly from the bath, water running down his body, grabbing a simple linen loincloth that he tied around his waist before stepping forward, his gaze dark.

“I did not raise you this way.”

Each word carried weight.

“You owe her respect.”

Bruno stepped forward quickly, placing a firm hand on his sister’s arm.

“Helena... look at me.”

She met his eyes. There was no fear there, no judgment, only a silent plea.

Slowly, her fingers loosened.

Min slid down the wall, struggling to catch her breath.

Helena stepped back, trembling, then turned away.

The door slammed violently behind her, accompanied by a muffled cry of frustration.

Silence returned, broken only by the crackling of the fire.

Bruno turned toward Min, more gently.

“Mother... tell me the truth.”

She slowly raised her eyes to him.

“Have you... seen something too? These visions... this ring... does it mean anything to you?”

His gaze was unsteady, but determined.

Then, more quietly, almost a whisper:

“And Johannes... who is he really? I feel like you know him.”

Min closed her eyes for a moment, as if searching for her words deep within herself.

“No... I’ve never seen him,” she finally said.

She hesitated.

“At least... not in the flesh.”

Bruno inhaled softly.

“So you’ve seen him in dreams too.”

The jarl stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Min’s shoulder.

“It is time we learn more about this man.”

They remained there for several more minutes, speaking in low voices, trying to make sense of what was slipping through their fingers. Min wiped her tears, caught between her own memories and the growing fear of her past resurfacing.

Then suddenly...

The door burst open again.

Helena reappeared, slightly out of breath.

“Father. Queen Skörta Eldrún has arrived.”

Her expression was grave.

“She needs help.”

She paused briefly, then added more coldly:

“And we are not done talking. We will also speak about Mikell. He might be the key to all of this.”

The tension did not fade.

It was only beginning.

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I saw it... no... I felt it first
Something watching through my skin
His name... I almost said it wrong
Don’t say it... don’t say it
My hands were shaking, not from cold
But from something older than fear
I know that look... I know that smile
No... no, I shouldn’t remember
Why do I remember...
You were never meant to be real
And yet... here you are... breathing

I buried you... I know I did
Or maybe... I buried myself
Tell me which one is true

Veilbound... I hear it under my skin
We don’t run, we become, we give in
I break... (I break... ) I break... 
Veilbound... you’re already inside
Veilbound... nowhere left to hide
It calls... (it calls... )
Veilbound... say it again
Veilbound... say it again
SAY IT AGAIN

(say it... say it...)

You stood there like nothing changed
Like time forgot to touch you
I tried to breathe... I couldn’t
My chest felt carved open
You shouldn’t exist
And still... I knew your eyes
I knew the way you looked at me
Not like a stranger... no
Like a hunter who never lost track
Tell me... what did you take from me
What did I give... without knowing
And why does it still feel alive

I never left you (never... left...)(never... left...)
You just learned to forget (forget... forget... forget...)

Don’t say my name like that
Not like you own it still
I changed... I had to change
I survived you
But you... you stayed the same

Tell me what you want from me
And why it feels like fate

Veilbound... veilbound... veilbound...
Veilbound... veilbound... veilbound...
Veilbound... veilbound... veilbound...

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In the picture, from left to right: Mikal-Finnvard Arvast – Jarl of Skalvheim, follower of the “Green Faith,” who rejects the old gods Helena Arvast – Daughter of the jarl, half-sister of Bruno Bruno Arvast – Helena’s half-brother, illegitimate son of the jarl MF Min Shieldthrower – Bruno’s secret mother, Iberian, now a servant of the Jarl and his mistress Album : https://suno.com/playlist/d3b85d17-41e5-4f6c-bfbc-4086191ed19e 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Skalvheim. Thick steam slowly rose through the room, wrapping the wooden walls in a damp, almost suffocating warmth. Water ran down the jarl’s shoulders as he sat in his large dark wooden bath, while Min carefully poured another ladle of hot water over his neck, letting the scent of medicinal herbs spread through the air. The door burst open without warning. Helena stepped in sharply, Bruno just behind her. Her gaze was hard, fixed directly on her father. “Father, we need to talk. Seriously.” Mikal-Finnvard slightly turned his head, not rising, observing his daughter through the steam. “That sounds important,” he said calmly. “Min, leave us.” “No.” The word snapped through the room. Helena did not take her eyes off Min. “She stays. She’s Bruno’s mother. And if anyone can help us understand... it might be her.” A heavy silence followed. Min lowered her head slightly. “If I can help... I will,” she murmured, continuing to gently wipe the damp floor as if to steady herself. Helena let out a faint, bitter smile. “Help... yes. Just like you helped my mother, perhaps?” The air seemed to cool despite the heat. The jarl frowned but said nothing. “So?” he continued after a moment. “Trondheim. What happened?” Helena took a deep breath. “King Hakon is dead. In his sleep. No struggle. No marks.” Mikal-Finnvard straightened slightly. “In his sleep? That makes no sense.” Min, however, had frozen. Her movement had stopped, almost imperceptibly. Helena noticed. “No, it doesn’t,” she continued. “And when we found him... he was holding a ring.” She slowly raised her hand. The wolf-headed ring caught the flickering firelight. “The same one. Exactly the same.” The jarl narrowed his eyes. “Where did you get that? Don’t tell me you took it from the king.” “No.” Helena clenched her jaw. “Bruno had a nightmare on the ship. He thought he was going to die... he felt it, like it was real. He woke up suddenly. And me...” She opened her hand, slightly trembling despite herself. “I woke up with this ring in mine.” Silence fell again, heavier than before. Slowly, Helena turned her head toward Min. Min tried to shrink into herself, shoulders slightly hunched, hands tense. Helena stepped forward. “You...” Her voice was low, trembling with restrained anger. In a sudden motion, she slammed Min against the wall. The dull impact echoed through the room. “You’re hiding something from me. You know this ring, don’t you?” “It’s... just a ring...” Min stammered. Helena’s hand closed around her throat. “Stop treating me like a fool.” Her eyes burned with contained fury. “Tell me the truth. Now.” “HELENA, THAT’S ENOUGH.” The jarl’s voice thundered. He rose abruptly from the bath, water running down his body, grabbing a simple linen loincloth that he tied around his waist before stepping forward, his gaze dark. “I did not raise you this way.” Each word carried weight. “You owe her respect.” Bruno stepped forward quickly, placing a firm hand on his sister’s arm. “Helena... look at me.” She met his eyes. There was no fear there, no judgment, only a silent plea. Slowly, her fingers loosened. Min slid down the wall, struggling to catch her breath. Helena stepped back, trembling, then turned away. The door slammed violently behind her, accompanied by a muffled cry of frustration. Silence returned, broken only by the crackling of the fire. Bruno turned toward Min, more gently. “Mother... tell me the truth.” She slowly raised her eyes to him. “Have you... seen something too? These visions... this ring... does it mean anything to you?” His gaze was unsteady, but determined. Then, more quietly, almost a whisper: “And Johannes... who is he really? I feel like you know him.” Min closed her eyes for a moment, as if searching for her words deep within herself. “No... I’ve never seen him,” she finally said. She hesitated. “At least... not in the flesh.” Bruno inhaled softly. “So you’ve seen him in dreams too.” The jarl stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Min’s shoulder. “It is time we learn more about this man.” They remained there for several more minutes, speaking in low voices, trying to make sense of what was slipping through their fingers. Min wiped her tears, caught between her own memories and the growing fear of her past resurfacing. Then suddenly... The door burst open again. Helena reappeared, slightly out of breath. “Father. Queen Skörta Eldrún has arrived.” Her expression was grave. “She needs help.” She paused briefly, then added more coldly: “And we are not done talking. We will also speak about Mikell. He might be the key to all of this.” The tension did not fade. It was only beginning. 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 I saw it... no... I felt it first Something watching through my skin His name... I almost said it wrong Don’t say it... don’t say it My hands were shaking, not from cold But from something older than fear I know that look... I know that smile No... no, I shouldn’t remember Why do I remember... You were never meant to be real And yet... here you are... breathing I buried you... I know I did Or maybe... I buried myself Tell me which one is true Veilbound... I hear it under my skin We don’t run, we become, we give in I break... (I break... ) I break... Veilbound... you’re already inside Veilbound... nowhere left to hide It calls... (it calls... ) Veilbound... say it again Veilbound... say it again SAY IT AGAIN (say it... say it...) You stood there like nothing changed Like time forgot to touch you I tried to breathe... I couldn’t My chest felt carved open You shouldn’t exist And still... I knew your eyes I knew the way you looked at me Not like a stranger... no Like a hunter who never lost track Tell me... what did you take from me What did I give... without knowing And why does it still feel alive I never left you (never... left...)(never... left...) You just learned to forget (forget... forget... forget...) Don’t say my name like that Not like you own it still I changed... I had to change I survived you But you... you stayed the same Tell me what you want from me And why it feels like fate Veilbound... I hear it under my skin We don’t run, we become, we give in I break... (I break... ) I break... Veilbound... you’re already inside Veilbound... nowhere left to hide It calls... (it calls... ) Veilbound... say it again Veilbound... say it again Veilbound... say it again Veilbound... say it AGAIINNNN Veilbound... veilbound... veilbound... Veilbound... veilbound... veilbound... Veilbound... veilbound... veilbound...

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