Huginn & Muninn 2

Intro

(Huginn! Muninn!)

We leave the shoulders at the break of the grey...

(Hu-ha!) Thought goes left — Memory goes the other way —

Nine worlds by breakfast — that's the daily relay —

(Huginn! Muninn!) The ravens know what the Allfather won't say...

Verse 1 — Huginn

I am the thought that fires before the word forms —

Huginn — the one he sends into the war-storms.

I don't linger — I don't mourn — I don't wait for warm —

I cut across the nine like a blade through a swarm.

Dawn breaks on Hliðskjálf — shoulder-launch — I'm already lifting —

East over Jötunheimr — the frost-line shifting —

South to Múspellsheim edge — the heat-wall drifting —

Every intelligence I find — my wing-speed gifting.

I saw the berserker break and I logged it — gone —

I saw the blood-feud hunter cross the root — moved on —

I saw Tyr's hand fall and the wolf-chain drawn —

I saw Heimdallr at the Bifröst — marked — withdrawn.

I see everything once — that's the nature of Thought —

I don't hold the image past the moment it's caught.

That's why he needs us both — one sees — one's got —

I bring the world — Muninn tells him what it wrought.

Pre-Chorus

Left shoulder Huginn — right shoulder Muninn — every morning the same (the same)

We carry the nine worlds back and pour them in his frame.

He eats nothing — gives the meat to the wolves — what a game —

Just our voices at the ear — that's how the Allfather came. (uh!)

Chorus

We fly at the dawn and we return at the feast (at the feast!)

Thought and Memory — west and east (west and east!)

Without us the Allfather's just a one-eyed priest (one-eyed priest!)

Huginn! Muninn! — the ravens never ceased! (Hu-ha!)

Verse 2 — Muninn

I am the memory that holds what Thought releases —

Muninn — the one that the Allfather most fears loses.

Every image Huginn gathers — my processing —

I'm the marrow of the knowing — not the dressing.

I hold the blood-feud's third night on the frozen bed —

I hold the look on Baldr's face before he bled —

I hold the weight of Tyr's wrist after Fenrir fed —

I hold the nine steps Thor walked after the serpent's thread.

I hold Frigg's face the morning after she stopped trying —

I hold the sound of Yggdrasil shaking — barely surviving —

I hold every oath that every king kept or kept denying —

I hold the Norns' thread-count — every dying — every thriving.

That's the thing about Memory — I don't filter or release —

I hold the beautiful and brutal with the same iron crease.

Odin fears my leaving more than war — more than Ragnarök's increase —

Because without me — nothing that ever happened finds its peace.

He can think without Huginn — painful but surviving —

Without Muninn there's no past — no self — no conniving —

Just a one-eyed god in the grey — lost — contriving —

An Allfather with no memory is nobody arriving.

Pre-Chorus

Left shoulder Huginn — right shoulder Muninn — every morning the same (the same)

We carry the nine worlds back and pour them in his frame.

He eats nothing — gives the meat to the wolves — what a game —

Just our voices at the ear — that's how the Allfather came. (uh!)

Chorus

We fly at the dawn and we return at the feast (at the feast!)

Thought and Memory — west and east (west and east!)

Without us the Allfather's just a one-eyed priest (one-eyed priest!)

Huginn! Muninn! — the ravens never ceased! (Hu-ha!)

Bridge — both ravens

You want to know what we carry back from thirty-one songs?

(what do you carry?)

Every god who ever spoke — the rights and the wrongs.

(every voice...)

Thought logged the moment — Memory held it long —

(thought and memory...)

Two wings on the same back — that's how knowing belongs.

We were on his shoulders when he hung the nine nights —

(nine nights...)

We circled Yggdrasil — watched the rune-light ignite —

(watched it rise...)

We logged the sacrifice before he named it right —

(logged it all...)

We were the first things he saw when he returned to sight.

We flew over every song in this series —

(over all of them...)

Huginn clocking — Muninn filing — no mysteries —

(no mysteries...)

The berserker — the blood-feud — the histories —

(every song...)

We were the black wings above every one of these.

He rides to Ragnarök —

(rides out...)

We circle once — we don't land on the dead.

(we circle...)

Thought moves forward — Memory keeps the thread.

(keep the thread...)

The new world needs both wings —

(Skál to the ravens! Skál — they saw everything!)

(Huginn and Muninn — the Allfather's everything!)

Drop — Instrumental

Chorus

We fly at the dawn and we return at the feast (at the feast!)

Thought and Memory — west and east (west and east!)

Without us the Allfather's just a one-eyed priest (one-eyed priest!)

Huginn! Muninn! — the ravens never ceased! (Hu-ha!)

Outro

(Huginn! Muninn!)

The new world — dawn — shoulders ready...

(Hu-ha!)

Thought lifts left.

Memory lifts right.

Thirty-two songs

between the wings.

We were always

the ones watching.

(We always

come back.)