Hearth fires dim. Steel laid down. Circles drawn in sacred ground. No iron struck. The silence stands unchallenged. Only breath… and bone… and vow. Hail the roots beneath the stone, hail the gods we call alone. By blood and breath, by word and will, we sing the world to stand still. Loka, Loka, ljós og logi, Order. Honor. Memory. Balance kept eternally. The ravens wheel in iron skies, cold steel sings, the night replies. Drums of war beneath our feet, destiny and blood will meet. Fire on the mountain, axes in the air… we march like thunder through the midnight prayer. Wait. What was just spoken? The rite is broken. May the gods bear witness. We have summoned, Loki. Longboats cut the northern waves, we sing like wolves and laugh at graves. Frost on beards and fire in veins, every beat a binding chain. The hall still stands, the ritual’s gone, something new is pulling us on. From sacred sound to shattered frame we didn’t end the world We changed its name. Mead and thunder, hearts collide, we stand as one against the tide. Lightning flashing, spirits high… we sing our fate into the sky. Skål… skål… skål… to the oath we tried to keep. Skål… skål… skål… to the change that doesn’t sleep. ODIN! DROP THAT BASS! Let the hall of heaven shake. Hammer falls, the stars collide… even gods can’t stop this ride. Mead and thunder, burning bright… we didn’t summon war tonight… we summoned what comes after. The circle’s broken. The hall still stands. And somewhere… the echo remains.
