Intro
Hljóðs bið ek allar — I call through the hollow realms…
(Hu-ha!) No memory holds me, no fate overwhelms —
I step where the end of meaning dwells…
And the void itself starts to tremble…
Verse 1
I walked through the gap where the laws decay,
Where light forgets how to find its way.
No stars above — just broken intent,
Like the universe cracked where the order went.
Ice turned inward, not cold but aware,
Like it knew I was standing there.
And every breath felt borrowed and thin,
Like existence itself letting me in.
I saw old worlds folded like skin,
Peeling away what they once had been.
Names dissolve when you speak them twice,
And truth gets carved from frozen ice.
There’s a sound in the dark like a shifting chain,
Not metal… but thought trying to remain.
And I follow it deeper where silence grows loud,
Past the ruins of anything ever called proud.
Pre-Chorus
Who stands when the cosmos loses form? (loses form…)
Who survives in the after of storm?
I asked the dark — it answered clear —
“You are what remains when nothing is here…” (uh!)
Chorus
I am the breath where the gods go blind (go blind!)
I am the fracture of space and time (and time!)
No throne above and no bottom line (no line!)
Only the echo that breaks design! (Hu-ha!)
Verse 2
I crossed the field where causality bends,
Where every beginning forgets how it ends.
Fate is a knot that no longer holds,
Just strands of possibility slowly unfold.
Loki’s shadow is thinner now,
Like a memory trying to learn its how.
No laughter — just static and drift,
Like meaning itself starting to lift.
I saw Fenrir asleep in the light,
Not beast… but absence of bite.
Even destruction grows tired and still,
When there’s nothing left for it to kill.
Hel’s domain is an empty hall,
Where even echoes refuse to call.
And I realize the dead are just names,
That forgot how to carry their flames.
Pre-Chorus
No Odin watching the final divide (final divide…)
No war left for prophecy to ride.
Only the pulse of something unknown —
A world that refuses to be overthrown. (uh!)
Chorus
I am the breath where the gods go blind (go blind!)
I am the fracture of space and time (and time!)
No throne above and no bottom line (no line!)
Only the echo that breaks design! (Hu-ha!)
Bridge
(ask the void… no answer comes…)
“What remains when the ending is undone?”
Only motion without direction.
(ask again…)
“Who rules when the gods are gone?”
No one — and still it moves on.
The runes are not written — they’re forming still,
Like thought becoming iron against its will.
And I am the pressure behind the shape,
The thing reality can’t escape.
Drop — Instrumental
Final Chorus
I am the breath where the gods go blind (go blind!)
I am the fracture of space and time (and time!)
No throne above and no bottom line (no line!)
Only the echo that breaks design! (Hu-ha!)
Outro
Not end… not start… recalibration…
(Hu-ha…)
And I remain where even endings hesitate.
