WHERE THE OLD GODS WADE

TITLE: WHERE THE OLD GODS WADE [Verse 1 — Female] I saw the sea kneel under stars, saw a giant rise where the heavens scarred. Three white shapes on the shoreline stood, calling old names from salt and brine. A black-cloaked judge with ember eyes watched the moon burn holes in the sky. He said, “The abyss has teeth below, and every bite takes what is owed.” [Pre-Chorus — Male] So we walk where the cold waves climb, past bones long buried in the teeth of time. No church bell rang, no raven cried, only steel and fire at our side. [Chorus — Female + Male] We ride where the old gods wade, through ash, through snow, through dragon flame. No soft road, no mercy owed, just bone-white moons and a blood-red throne. We don’t ask the dark to part, we carve our names through its blackened heart. With fang, with crown, with storm, with blade, we ride where the old gods wade. [Verse 2 — Female] The snow-haired huntress crossed the silent white, her albino lion walking slow through night. While skull-masked sisters drew their silent string, hunting through the dark without a sound or wing. Two brides stood where the fire spread, with dragon shadows overhead. Hand in hand in a burning tide, they smiled like death had switched its side. [Pre-Chorus 2 — Male] A queen in gold with ruby eyes wore a sunrise forged from sacrifice. But the darker crown with flame-born horns said, “Beauty still survives the war.” [Chorus — Female + Male] We ride where the old gods wade, through ash, through snow, through dragon flame. No soft road, no mercy owed, just bone-white moons and a blood-red throne. We don’t ask the dark to part, we carve our names through its blackened heart. With fang, with crown, with storm, with blade, we ride where the old gods wade. [Bridge — Male] Raise no hymn for the ones who fell, their names still ring in the iron bell. I kept their ghosts beneath my ribs, and fed them fire when nights grew still. [Bridge — Female] Let the moon put antlers on my shade. Let the sea remember every blade. Let the dragons circle, let them see, we were never born to bend the knee. [Final Chorus — Female + Male] We ride where the old gods wade, through ash, through snow, through dragon flame. No soft road, no mercy owed, just bone-white moons and a blood-red throne. We don’t ask the dark to part, we carve our names through its blackened heart. With fang, with crown, with storm, with blade, we ride where the old gods wade. [Outro — Female, quiet] When the last star sinks beneath the foam, follow the wolves. They’ll lead you home.