Fenrir's Eye

Intro

(Fensalir! Fensalir!)

I saw it all — I have always seen it all...

(Hu-ha!) The marsh-halls quiet while the nine worlds fall —

I don't speak the fate I see — that's the protocol —

(Fensalir!) The woman who knows everything — that's my call...

Verse 1

Höðr's blind hand and the mistletoe were always in the weaving —

I saw the thread before the infant Baldr started breathing.

I rose at dawn and started on the oath-extracting — grieving

Wasn't something I could do — I had a world to be leaving.

Fire swore it — water swore it — iron gave the token —

Every serpent, every sickness — every stone had spoken.

I found the mistletoe and looked — too young — half-broken —

And kept walking — knowing — that was the hinge unspoken.

You want to ask me why — I know the question's forming —

Why skip the one thing — why leave the loophole performing?

Because the Norns wrote Baldr's death before his first morning

And no oath from any living thing rewrites the Norns' ordering.

I tried anyway — that's the part the skalds keep missing —

I knew the outcome and I stood in the frost extracting, listing

Every oath I could collect — not because I was dismissing

The fate — but because a mother's reach is worth the persisting.

Pre-Chorus

Odin knows the end and schemes to delay it — that's his method (his method)

I know the end and hold the hall — that's how I edit.

Two gods — same knowledge — two ways to bear the credit —

He speaks the plan to ravens — I keep the knowing — said it. (uh!)

Chorus

I see what Odin sees but I don't speak it out (speak it out!)

The knowing without speaking — that's the hardest route (hardest route!)

I bound the world to oath and lost him anyway to doubt (anyway!)

Frigg holds the fate in silence — that's what I'm about! (Hu-ha!)

Verse 2

Loki came to Fensalir — that particular morning —

Disguised as a woman — I should have read the warning.

He asked which things had sworn — I answered without scorning —

Gave him the mistletoe loophole before the storm was forming.

That's my failure — I've held it since the hall went quiet —

Not the oath I missed — I knew — I let it riot.

I told the disguised Loki what he'd come to buy — it

Cost my son his life — and I can't dignify it.

I watched Hermóðr ride for nine nights into darkness —

I sat in Fensalir and kept the hall from heartless

Falling into ruin — held the grief regardless —

A queen who falls apart abandons what the hall protects hardest.

I watched Hel set the term — one dry eye unravelling —

Felt Þökk withhold the tear — felt the whole gambit travelling

Back to Loki's hand — the thread already ravelling —

Baldr stayed below — I set the hall to carrying.

Pre-Chorus

Odin knows the end and schemes to delay it — that's his method (his method)

I know the end and hold the hall — that's how I edit.

Two gods — same knowledge — two ways to bear the credit —

He speaks the plan to ravens — I keep the knowing — said it. (uh!)

Chorus

I see what Odin sees but I don't speak it out (speak it out!)

The knowing without speaking — that's the hardest route (hardest route!)

I bound the world to oath and lost him anyway to doubt (anyway!)

Frigg holds the fate in silence — that's what I'm about! (Hu-ha!)

Bridge

You want to know what it costs to hold the knowing?

(what does it cost?)

Not the grief — the grief at least keeps the blood flowing.

(not the grief...)

Not the loss — the loss you name and keep it going.

(not the loss...)

It's the knowing before the seed is even sowing.

I watched every god in this series from my hall-seat —

(watched them all...)

The berserker, the blood-feud man, the Norns' heartbeat —

(every one...)

The skald composing, the draugr in the cold retreat —

(every thread...)

I saw them all before the Norns made the first complete.

I watched Odin ride to Fenrir without turning —

(watched him ride...)

Gungnir forward — that one eye — the last discerning —

(one eye back...)

He looked at Fensalir once — I felt the burning —

Two gods who know the end — and neither one adjourning.

I didn't weep —

(didn't weep...)

A queen who holds the knowing holds the posture.

(holds it straight...)

The hardest throne in all nine worlds needs nooster.

(nooster...)

I saw the new green world before the fire took it —

(Skál to the knowing! Skál — she never forsook it!)

Drop — Instrumental

Chorus

I see what Odin sees but I don't speak it out (speak it out!)

The knowing without speaking — that's the hardest route (hardest route!)

I bound the world to oath and lost him anyway to doubt (anyway!)

Frigg holds the fate in silence — that's what I'm about! (Hu-ha!)

Outro

(Fensalir! Fensalir!)

The new world rose from the water...

(Hu-ha!)

Baldr walked back out.

I saw that too.

Before any of it happened.

The knowing was always the hardest part.

(Skál.)