Intro
(Öndurguð! Öndurguð!)
I came to Ásgarðr armed — not asking — demanding...
(Hu-ha!) Full armor, war-face — no misunderstanding —
My father's blood on their hands — I was standing
(Öndurguð!) The ski-goddess came in — they weren't commanding...
Verse 1
Þjazi dead — the eagle-feather falling —
Ásgarðr's walls ahead and I was calling
Every god to answer — armor on — not stalling —
A giantess in full war-kit — the hall goes appalling.
They'd lured him, tricked him, lit the fire for landing —
My father's life bought cheap — no understanding
Of what the blood-debt means when someone's standing
At your gate with axe and grief — demanding.
Óðinn didn't send Valkyries — he came down —
Saw the math: a winter giantess in full gown
Of iron — better terms than battle — sit down —
Weregild or war — I laid both on the crown.
I negotiated standing — not on bended —
Marriage to the god of my choosing — defended
My right to pick — and laughter — Loki rendered —
The terms were mine before the hall had ended.
Pre-Chorus
I chose by feet alone — the fairest in the line (in the line)
Thought the best pair had to be the bright god's — fine.
Got Njörðr the sea-god — wrong guess — still mine —
The terms were met regardless — that's the design. (uh!)
Chorus
I came armed to the hall where my father's blood was dried (blood was dried!)
Walked out with a husband and my grief dignified (dignified!)
Nine nights sea, nine nights mountain — love can't override (can't override!)
Skaði took the mountain back alone — that's pride! (Hu-ha!)
Verse 2
Nine nights at Njörðr's shore — that was the arrangement —
Gulls screaming off the water — strange estrangement.
Woke each morning with the sea-sound derangement —
Every crashing wave undoing the engagement.
I need the peak where the frost bites clean and certain —
Where the silence has a weight behind the curtain
Of the spruce-tops — where the mountain keeps inserting
Its cold into the marrow — not diverting.
Nine nights at Þrymheimr — Njörðr's turn to sample —
The wolf-howl in the small hours — not a trample
Of contentment — just the mountain's full example
Of the life I need — for him too ample.
We parted without rage — that's the rarest ending —
Two beings built for different worlds — not bending
Pretending one could be the other's tending —
The marriage failed clean — no pretending.
I skied back to the peaks before the next moon rising.
Pre-Chorus
I chose by feet alone — the fairest in the line (in the line)
Thought the best pair had to be the bright god's — fine.
Got Njörðr the sea-god — wrong guess — still mine —
The terms were met regardless — that's the design. (uh!)
Chorus
I came armed to the hall where my father's blood was dried (blood was dried!)
Walked out with a husband and my grief dignified (dignified!)
Nine nights sea, nine nights mountain — love can't override (can't override!)
Skaði took the mountain back alone — that's pride! (Hu-ha!)
Bridge
You want to know what I took back to the mountain?
(what did you take?)
Not bitterness — the grief already draining.
(not bitterness...)
Not failure — the marriage ran its counting —
(not failure...)
Two clean worlds that couldn't share their grounding.
I took the bow strung tight for the morning hunt —
(the bow...)
Skis waxed hard for the north face — cold and blunt —
(the skis...)
The silence of the peak before the sun-front —
The mountain doesn't negotiate or front.
Þrymheimr was my father's hall — I reclaimed it —
(reclaimed it...)
Every rafter and cold stone I renamed it.
(renamed it...)
The gods gave me weregild — I reframed it —
(reframed it...)
Into the only life I ever aimed at.
I walked in armed —
(walked in armed...)
I walked out married — then I walked out free.
(walked out free...)
Three different arrivals — all of them were me.
(all of them...)
No hall in Ásgarðr holds what the mountain's giving —
(Skál to the winter! Skál — she chose her own living!)
(Skaði walked back to the frost — that's called surviving!)
Drop — Instrumental
Chorus
I came armed to the hall where my father's blood was dried (blood was dried!)
Walked out with a husband and my grief dignified (dignified!)
Nine nights sea, nine nights mountain — love can't override (can't override!)
Skaði took the mountain back alone — that's pride! (Hu-ha!)
Outro
(Öndurguð! Öndurguð!)
The skis on the hard-pack before dawn...
(Hu-ha!)
Bow across the back.
Þrymheimr cold and mine.
I came armed once.
I left on my own terms.
(The mountain was always the answer.)
