[Intro – Spoken / Old Skald Voice] The North is not a place for the weak. But the North can hear... and the North can speak. Growing old is not glory. It is only the slow-burning flame before the night takes the name. [Verse 1 – Emotional] Einar... Einar... Why did you come here? Many winters have passed, and there is no road back. Sons born from our daughters, taken by your hand, built their wooden ships and followed your path. No one will bring you water. No one will light your Haugrskip. No one will sing your mourning song. No one will remember your name. [Chant – Deep Voices] Einar! Einar! White beard! Blind eyes! Silent ears! A man carried by a curse. Redemption shall never, never come. No peace. No mercy. No kindness. The gods demand their payment before oblivion... Before you fall into oblivion. [Verse 2 – Strong] Einar... Einar... Rags upon your shoulders. Rust upon your chain mall. You search for a purpose that will never remain. We will raise the pitchforks. We will light the torches. For every deed you have done, the old wounds will return. No one will give you a glance. No one will offer a chance. No one will guard your ashes. Not even Hel... Not even Hel. [Final Chant – Ritual] Einar! Einar! White beard! Blind eyes! Silent ears! A man carried by a curse. Redemption shall never, never come. Torn by the northern winds, until your bones are bare. The gods demand their judgment before oblivion... Before you disappear into oblivion. [Outro – Whisper] The North remembers. The North always remembers.
