Intro
(The silent one! The silent one!)
I have not spoken since the age began...
(Hu-ha!) Every god had words — I had a plan —
One grove, one shoe, one wolf, one hand —
(The silent one!) Twenty-four songs — now you understand...
Verse 1
They called me silent — not empty — understand the distance:
Every word unspoken was a weapon in existence.
Odin schemes and Thor swings and Loki plays persistence —
I sharpened the quiet till it had its own resistance.
Gríðr bore me — giantess — my mother knew the purpose —
She gave Thor iron gloves when Loki's tricks were worthless.
I watched the whole age run its course above the surface —
Never spoke at the Thing — never needed the service.
My grove sits quiet at the edge of what they're building —
No hall of shields, no mead-bench, no gold-gilding.
Just the trees and the long watch and the slow fulfilling
Of the one task the Norns wrote in before the spilling.
I watched Odin hang nine nights — didn't need my comment.
I watched Tyr put his hand in — that was his moment.
I watched Fenrir bound — felt the chain's first torment —
Knew the chain wouldn't hold to the final component.
Pre-Chorus
Every cobbler in Midgard who ever cut the scrap away (scrap away)
Every trimmed edge thrown aside at the close of the workday —
They were arming me — unknowing — every single day —
The silent god's boot built from what humans threw away. (uh!)
Chorus
I don't speak for the age — I speak for the moment (the moment!)
Fenrir swallows Odin — I'm already on it (already on it!)
One boot on the jaw — hand on the upper — own it (own it!)
The silent god tears the wolf — that's the sole component! (Hu-ha!)
Verse 2
I watched the berserker rage and I said nothing.
I watched the blood-feud hunter and I said nothing.
I watched the skald compose his verse and said nothing —
Watched the draugr choose the mound and said nothing.
Watched Freyr give the sword away — said nothing.
Watched Heimdallr at the Bifröst — said nothing.
Watched the Völva pulled from death — said nothing.
Watched Níðhöggr at the root — said nothing.
Heard the loom of the Norns beneath — said nothing.
Felt Surtr's fire building south — said nothing.
Watched Hel receive her half-world — said nothing.
Watched Baldr hit the ground — said nothing.
Every song you've heard before this one — my silence
Ran beneath them like the root beneath the island.
The quietest thread on the Norns' loom — non-defiant —
Until the wolf jaw opened and I went from silent.
Pre-Chorus
Every cobbler in Midgard who ever cut the scrap away (scrap away)
Every trimmed edge thrown aside at the close of the workday —
They were arming me — unknowing — every single day —
The silent god's boot built from what humans threw away. (uh!)
Chorus
I don't speak for the age — I speak for the moment (the moment!)
Fenrir swallows Odin — I'm already on it (already on it!)
One boot on the jaw — hand on the upper — own it (own it!)
The silent god tears the wolf — that's the sole component! (Hu-ha!)
Bridge
You want to know what the silence held inside it?
(what was in it?)
Not peace — something sharp kept beside it.
(not peace...)
Not fear — something focused that belied it.
(not fear...)
Every word I didn't speak — I filed it.
I watched my father ride to Ragnarök composed —
(watched him ride...)
Gungnir forward — one eye — already diagnosed.
(one eye open...)
He knew the wolf would swallow — I was closest —
(I was closest...)
The Allfather's last plan was the son who spoke the lowest.
Fenrir's jaw came wide —
(came wide...)
I didn't run — I stepped in on the lower —
(stepped right in...)
Boot on the tongue — grip on the upper — colder —
(grip locked...)
The age of silence ends right here and now —
I tore the wolf in two without a vow.
(tore it through...)
No war cry — no skál — no word while doing —
(no word...)
The silent god spoke once through what he was pursuing.
(Skál to the silent! Skál — one act, one age!)
(Víðarr tore the wolf — that was the only page!)
Drop — Instrumental
Chorus
I don't speak for the age — I speak for the moment (the moment!)
Fenrir swallows Odin — I'm already on it (already on it!)
One boot on the jaw — hand on the upper — own it (own it!)
The silent god tears the wolf — that's the sole component! (Hu-ha!)
Outro
(The silent one! The silent one!)
The wolf is dead...
(Hu-ha!)
One boot.
One grip.
One age of silence
spent on one second.
(That's all it needed to be.)
