Son of the Unwritten

Verse 1 The snow is quiet when I breathe Like it’s afraid to speak my name They say the world remembers blood But I remember every flame I’m small beneath these ancient skies Too young for crowns, for gods, for war Yet something stirs inside my chest A question knocking at the door Chorus I am not the storm they made I am not the past’s parade I’m just a child who hears the call And doesn’t know the end at all Blood may fall upon the snow But I don’t walk this path alone I hold a light, unsure and slow Still learning how to grow Verse 2 They tell me who I’m meant to be Before I even choose my name They draw the future in the frost And call it honor, call it flame I see my father’s shadow stretch A mountain carved of grief and stone He says the choice is always mine But I’ve never stood alone Chorus I am not the rage he knew I am not the war they drew I’m just a voice that hasn’t grown Still finding strength in being young Blood may fall upon the snow But seeds still sleep beneath the white If I must walk where legends go Let me walk into the light Bridge (Old Norse – whispered, child choir) Ljós í skugga, barn enn fer Hjarta slær, þótt heimur brenni (soft echo, like distant prayer) Final Chorus I am not the fear they see I am more than prophecy If this story starts with me Let it start in honesty Blood may fall upon the snow But dawn still comes, gentle and slow I take this step, my voice still small And answer fate — not loud, but true