[Intro – The sound of cracking ice, followed by a heavy, grinding bassline that feels like a tightening leash] [Verse 1] The leash is chafing against my frozen throat We march to the rhythm of a foreign note From the northern depths to the desert heat Tied to a debt that is not ours to meet I mourn the brothers who fell in the sand For a king we never chose, for a fire in a distant land It’s a grief that screams, a tear in my soul To see our heritage used as a weapon, losing control. [Verse 2] But listen—you brothers of the Book, you who stand your ground We share the same roots, the same ancient sound "People of the Book," we share a common light To worship no gold, no power, only God in the night This is not our path, this is not our war We seek no conquest, we seek what we’re here for We stand not with the eagle, the orange shadow that pulls We stand where we’ve always stood—with the true, with the souls. [Pre-Chorus – Chanting, powerful] We are not your pawns! We are not your hands! We see through the lies! We hold our lands! [Chorus] Oh, the compass has broken, the needle’s gone wrong In a world of deceit, where everything’s sold for a song We weep for the leash that’s tearing us apart But the Viking within me is waking—a beat in the heart! Not for your hatred, not for your throne But for the truth—a vision our own We mourn the losses, we cry out in pain But our northern hearts carry freedom, unbroken by chains! [Bridge – Heavy, distorted, almost sacred] (Spoken, harsh voice) We see you, Trump. We see your arrogance, your gold-plated lies. You think you can steer northern winds with your short-sighted rein. You are wrong. We’ve read the same books, we’ve sought the same light. Our daughters and sons will not die for your crown. This isn’t politics—it’s an insult to everything we are. [Final Chorus – Explosion of sound, choirs and taiko drums] The compass is broken, but our vision is clear We are the final outpost, the ones standing here From the Quran to the Bible, from the ice to the sand We refuse to kill for your folly’s demand! We mourn, and we scream, but we will not yield This is our voice: a thunderous, defiant shield! [Outro – Fading, nyckelharpa and echo] The leash is snapping… We remember who we are. Brothers of the Book. And the North never forgets. (Silence)
