𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖉ó𝖗’𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 • The Seeress of the Black Fjord

Cold lies the water, still as a grave, Mountains like giants no sunlight can save. Ravens are circling low through the storm, Something ancient is starting to form. Mist on the shoreline, salt in the air, Footsteps in frost lead up to her lair. Eyes like embers under the hood— She waits where the old gods once stood. Pre-Chorus Carved in bone and woven in thread, She speaks to the living, she walks with the dead. The wind bends low when she calls its name— Nothing that follows will be the same. Seeress of the Black Fjord, Keeper of the runes, Voice beneath the dark tide, Singer of our doom. Seeress of the Black Fjord, What have you foreseen? Fire on the horizon— Wolves where kings have been. Verse 2 Drums in the distance, deep as the sea, Echo the roots of the oldest tree. Yggdrasil trembles, bark split wide, Fate like a serpent coils inside. Warhorns will shatter the frozen dawn, Brothers divided, banners torn. She lifts her staff to the northern sky— Even the ravens fall silent and cry. Pre-Chorus Ash in the mead halls, frost in the flame, She whispers each warrior’s secret name. The Norns have woven, the thread is drawn— What once was hidden now is known. Seeress of the Black Fjord, Daughter of the night, Tell us of the last storm, Tell us who will fight. Seeress of the Black Fjord, Standing by the sea, When Fenrir breaks his iron chain— Who will still be free? I have seen the sky split open… I have seen the oceans burn… Longships swallowed whole by shadow, Golden halls that won’t return. (Full power) But from the ashes of the fallen, From the frost and from the flame— A child will rise in silence, And remember every name. The fjord is black… The ravens wait… Fate does not forget. Seeress of the Black Fjord, Watcher of the end, The fjord is black… The ravens wait… Fate does not forget. Fate does not forget. The fjord is black… The ravens wait… Fate does not forget. The fjord is black… The ravens wait… Fate does not forget.