(Intro – steady heartbeat of the drum, wind through pine branches, crackling embers) (Whispers in the background:) Ice and moss… The North and the soil… Blue sees death, green breeds life… Verse 1 Out of the mist, where the cold ocean breaks, He brings the frost that the bitter North makes. Eyes sharp as glaciers, of piercing ice-blue, A gaze forged to conquer, to sever in two. Yet his stride falters deep in the woods, Where shadows are ancient and daylight concludes. In a ring of old oaks, where the smoke weaves a spell, Waits the one who keeps laws that no mortals can tell. Chorus (Powerful drumbeat, heavy polyphonic chant) Glacier-blue meets the deep forest moss, In her green gaze, his fury is lost! He brings the steel, she holds roots underground, Cold northern fjords in the wild thicket drowned. Raven's cry and the wolf’s silent pace— A broken world bound in their shared embrace! Verse 2 Her eyes—endless green from the heart of the trees, Knowing every dark root, every sigh in the breeze. Charred ancient runes carved in ash on her face, Her cold fingers guide his clenched fist from the mace. He—the proud jarl who defied every fate, Kneels to the green, laying down all his hate. The heavy blade falls to the moss-covered stone, As her breath brushes soft on his skin, all alone. Chorus Glacier-blue meets the deep forest moss, In her green gaze, his fury is lost! He brings the steel, she holds roots underground, Cold northern fjords in the wild thicket drowned. Raven's cry and the wolf’s silent pace— A broken world bound in their shared embrace! Bridge (Drums drop to a low, hypnotic pulse; soft tagelharpa) (The witch whispers—low, melodic, and binding:) “Your blue is too hungry, it hungers to take… Yet green shows you strength that the storm cannot break. Quench not my fire, cut not my old trees, And take what will outlive the sea and the breeze…” Through ash and through embers their silent eyes meet, Two wild worlds colliding where earth and frost bleed. Verse 3 (Explosive re-entry, drums quicken into a ritual war trance) The axe-blade turns cold and the war horns subside, Beneath the vast boughs, mortal vanity died. She granted the wisdom, he answered the call, The ice turned to water, the green claimed it all. No steel could subdue her, no winter could bind— The blue found its peace in the green left behind. Chorus (Climax – peak energy, full vocal choir) Glacier-blue meets the deep forest moss, In her green gaze, his fury is lost! He brings the steel, she holds roots underground, Cold northern fjords in the wild thicket drowned. Raven's cry and the wolf’s silent pace— A broken world bound in their shared embrace! Outro (Fading drum pulse, wind howling through the canopy, dying fire) Bitter blue… Deepest green… Claimed by the dark. The forest remembers. (Low jaw harp twang, final hollow thud of the drum) ⚡⚡
