"Heimdall's Last Call

(Verse 1) Neon burned through whiskey smoke, Boot heels hit those pinewood boards, Old men laughed and cards were dealt, Like they hadn't heard the thunder roar. But I heard iron in the distance, Felt the mountains shift and groan, Somebody's got to face the darkness, Somebody's got to sound the tone. (Pre-Chorus) Raise your glass and hold it high, Stormfire dancing in my eyes, I was born to stand the line, When the end comes riding. (Chorus) Blow that horn across the heavens, Shake the roots beneath the stone, Let the cowboys, kings, and drifters Know they don't stand here alone. Raise the fury, raise the thunder, Let the old world split apart, I don't run from what is coming— I was forged to guard the dark. (Verse 2) Fiddle screaming like a banshee, Telecaster cutting steel, War drums rolling through the rafters, Teaching broken hearts to heal. I've watched wolves beneath the moonlight, I've heard liars swear they're true, I've seen fear wear smiling faces, Still I held this bridge for you. (Pre-Chorus) Boots in ash and blood and rain, Duty's heavier than chains, Still I'd choose this road again, If the horn kept calling. (Chorus) Blow that horn across the heavens, Shake the roots beneath the stone, Let the mothers, sons, and daughters Know they don't stand here alone. Raise the fury, raise the thunder, Let the old world split apart, I don't run from what is coming— I was forged to guard the dark. (Bridge) No crown upon my weary head, No poet's praise when I am dead, No promise I would see the dawn, Only this: Stand. Watch. Warn. When the sky begins to break, Let the mountains hear my name. (Solo – Celtic fiddle / dual guitar battle / gang chants) (Final Chorus) Blow that horn across the heavens, Drive the shadows from their thrones, Every outlaw, every dreamer, Every soul that found no home. Raise the fury, raise the thunder, Till the stars fall from their sparks, I don't fear the final ending— I was Heimdall. I was watching. I was guarding. I was standing in the dark. (Outro) Neon faded... Whiskey gone... Horn still echoing... Hold the line...