This is the story of Elvyra. She proceeds the events of Grace And Death. ©2026 Echo Grove Music. All rights reserved. Lyrics written and owned by Echo Grove Music. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☽ ✩ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ [Intro, Spoken, breathy, female vocal] Snow on my armor Snow in my hair My blood a red map on the snow, on the ground He nudges me with his great cold snout I have no breath left, only eyes... [Verse 1, warm female vocal] I was born to a sky my whole clan knew The snow of my hair spoke of blood running true They sang me the sagas before I could stand A Rider's heart in a small child's hand [Verse 2] I climbed in armor rune-carved for a Rider Bearing the saddle, part warrior, part martyr He was vast as the peak, scarred long by time He knew by my scent I was blood of Rider line [Chorus, powerful, layered strings] I am the prophecy, foretold by the runes To protect and to fight the coming of doom We fly through days of both honey and storm Until, one day, the Norns call me home [Bridge] Each solstice and festival, we came home from above Part, but apart, of this village of love They combed the storms from my sky-strung hair Oiled the armor I had worn in the air Village and dragon, dragon and me Three lives braided into one tree [Verse 3] Blood-hungry men came screaming through the pines Fighting for grain, for ground, for everything mine We rose to meet them, armor and blade A woman and a Harbinger the gods had made [Verse 4] Amid the blood and battle, one man stood clear and still He read us as two pieces, and marked the smaller kill Not the roaring wings above, but the woman they bore high The Norns snipped my thread as the spear split the sky [Chorus, powerful, layered strings] I am the prophecy, foretold by the runes To protect and to fight the coming of doom We fly through days of both honey and storm Until, one day, the Norns call me home [Verse 5] I slump in the saddle as Harbinger bears me home Past homes that burn, past a sky of smoke and bone Below us the tide of the hungry men rolls through All I had loved becomes ash and ruin [Outro, Spoken, breathy, weakening] I think of my lost village... Those killers think I am the Last Dragon Rider But they are wrong They are wrong...
