[Verse 1: 2 spoken low chest then SUNG fragile mezzo, nyckelharpa sustained strings] I was twelve when my father sold my hand to a Swedish kingdom. He said: be good. He said: bring me kings. The hall was cold the morning that I left, The frost was on the dragon-beam, My mother gave me an amber bead, And turned her face into her veil. [Verse 2: building mezzo, drums entering, distorted guitars warming, female lead firmer] Erik was forty when he laid me down, I learned to count the dragon-head beams above the bed. I bore him Olof. He died. I was twenty-six. I burned petty kings in my father's hall. Then Tryggvason came. I said: this may be your death. And every winter since I have spent in payment. [Pre-Chorus: full band entering, drums rising, tension peaking] They wanted converted. They wanted bowed. They wanted broken. They got a queen. [Chorus 1: first explosion, heavy controlled, women's chorus answering in unison, twin guitar harmony] I am Sigrid that they called the Haughty, I am Sigrid that they buried in a word, I am the daughter your saga flattened Into a footnote, into a scold, Every name they cut down from me Came back as a sword, I am what waiting made. [Soft section: immediate drop to quiet, female lead alone, fingerpicked clean acoustic] Sometimes still, even now, I see her face — That girl of twelve in her mother's veil, I want to tell her wait, it's worth the years, But she can't hear me anymore. She made herself me. [Verse 3: intimate confessional, low chest mezzo, clean acoustic only] And I do not know if I am Sigrid who survived, Or the thing I became to make her stop, A queen forged in silence from the ashes of a girl. I bore three children for Sweyn, I drew the noose on Norway, I watched the candle burn down to a stub at Svolder, And the fjord was empty of Olaf forever. [Pre-Chorus 2: heavier than Pre-Chorus 1, drums hammering, distorted guitars] You wanted a daughter. You wanted obedient. You got an alliance. Built on wax and smoke. [Chorus 2: bigger than Chorus 1, women's chorus peak, lead guitar harmony] I am Sigrid that they called the Haughty, I am Sigrid that they buried in a word, I am the daughter your saga flattened Into a footnote, into a scold, Every name they cut down from me Came back as a fleet, I am what fury made. [Bridge: 6 bars instrumental ramp ~10 seconds, then SPOKEN over machine-gun thrash riff with war drums war horns, building rage, no melody] You want to know how I did it? How a Polish chieftain's daughter doomed Olaf Tryggvason's kingdom? Patience. Twenty-seven years of it. Every winter, every Yule, every funeral pyre. Every petty king I served mead to. Every Latin word their bishops spat in my hall. I let it crystallize into something sharp. I married Sweyn not for love but for ships. I bore Olof and Estrid not for joy but for crowns. I watched the candle burn down to a stub. And in the year one thousand — when the fjord went quiet and Olaf did not come home — I blew the candle out. And the men who write me down will call me Haughty and leave it there. [Heavy instrumental section: 12 bars machine-gun thrash riff ~22 seconds, war drums relentless, war horns, twin lead guitar harmony, no vocals no humming] [Final Chorus: screamed cathartic release, full band twin guitar, women's chorus screamed, war horns at full force] I AM SIGRID THAT THEY CALLED THE HAUGHTY! I AM SIGRID THAT THEY BURIED IN A WORD! I AM THE DAUGHTER YOUR SAGA FLATTENED! INTO A FOOTNOTE, INTO A SCOLD! EVERY NAME THEY CUT DOWN FROM ME CAME BACK AS A FUCKING KINGDOM! I AM WHAT TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS MADE! I AM WHAT WAITING MADE! [Sudden stop — silence — then soft outro] [Outro: broken slowed nyckelharpa, sustained low string drone, female lead near-spoken intimate low chest, the opening lines returning] He sold my hand for a Swedish kingdom. He said: be good. He said: bring me kings. I was good, father. I brought you kings. Until I had my own. Until I had my own. [Hard cut to silence, no fade]
