Intro
(Fáfnir's gold! Fáfnir's gold!)
The curse was in the metal before we touched it...
(Hu-ha!) Fire-wall broken — oath already clutched it —
Two warriors — one fate — nothing could obstruct it —
(Cursed gold!) The greatest love the nine worlds self-destructed...
Verse 1 — Sigurðr
Gram in my fist — the reforged blade of my father —
Fáfnir on the heath — the serpent — I went harder.
Heart-blood on my tongue — the birds spoke after —
Warned me of Reginn's plot — I moved faster.
Rode Grani up the mountain — fire-wall burning —
No other horse would go — no other man returning
From that flame — I felt the heat — kept turning
Into it — because the Norns had already confirmed the earning.
She lay inside the fire in full armor sleeping —
The greatest Valkyrie Odin set to keeping
Until the one man found her — I went in — not weeping —
Cut the corselet free — she woke — I felt the meaning.
We swore the oaths before the frost came in the morning —
Swore them in the fire-light — no warning —
Two people built for each other — no adorning —
Then I rode south — and met my own undoing.
Pre-Chorus — both
The drink was in the mead-horn — (golden, cold)
Gríðr's herb made everything I knew fold —
(your name was the first thing to go)
Every oath we swore on the mountain — sold —
The curse of Andvari running hot through the gold. (uh!)
Chorus — both
We were the fire and the sword that broke it (broke it!)
The oath was real — the cursed gold revoked it (revoked it!)
One drink — one forgetting — and we both got lost (both got lost!)
Sigurðr and Brynhildr — paid Andvari's cost! (Hu-ha!)
Verse 2 — Brynhildr
I waited in the fire — armored — not afraid —
Odin's punishment for choosing the wrong blade.
I gave the victory to the man the Norns had weighed
Against Odin's will — I paid in the flame I'd made.
Then he came — Sigurðr — Fáfnir's blood still on him —
The birds' language in his ear — the gold upon him —
Gram at his side — every prophecy confirmed him —
I woke and saw the only man the mountain summoned.
We swore on Andvari's ring — I felt the curse-heat —
Neither of us reading what was underneath the heartbeat.
He rode south — I waited — thought the oath complete —
Gunnarr came with a proxy face and swept me off my feet.
I sat in Gunnarr's hall and felt the wrongness —
A man who couldn't breach the fire — this is my congress?
Then the queens quarreled at the river — Guðrún's boldness —
She showed me Andvari's ring — and I felt the coldness.
Pre-Chorus — both
The drink was in the mead-horn — (golden, cold)
Gríðr's herb made everything I knew fold —
(your name was the first thing to go)
Every oath we swore on the mountain — sold —
The curse of Andvari running hot through the gold. (uh!)
Chorus — both
We were the fire and the sword that broke it (broke it!)
The oath was real — the cursed gold revoked it (revoked it!)
One drink — one forgetting — and we both got lost (both got lost!)
Sigurðr and Brynhildr — paid Andvari's cost! (Hu-ha!)
Bridge — both, trading lines
You want to know what the curse of Andvari does?
(what does it do?)
It doesn't kill outright — that's not the cause —
(not the blade...)
It makes you forget the one thing you were for —
(forget the oath...)
Then shows it to you after — that's the war.
Sigurðr: I saw her face when the drink wore thin —
(when it cleared...)
Remembered everything — too late — already in —
(already married...)
Guðrún's hand — Gunnarr's hall — the gold-curse grin —
(the curse grinned...)
I died knowing what the forgetting had been.
Brynhildr: I sent the word to Guttormr — yes I did —
(I sent it...)
Not from hatred — from the oath the drink had hid —
(the hidden oath...)
The man who woke me died because a cup amid
A feast erased the mountain where we'd lived.
We burned together on the pyre — that was mine —
(the pyre...)
I laid beside him in the fire-line —
(in the flame...)
The same flame he walked through — returned — a sign —
(Skál to the cursed! Skál — the gold's design!)
(Two warriors — one fate — Andvari's last line!)
Drop — Instrumental
Chorus — both
We were the fire and the sword that broke it (broke it!)
The oath was real — the cursed gold revoked it (revoked it!)
One drink — one forgetting — and we both got lost (both got lost!)
Sigurðr and Brynhildr — paid Andvari's cost! (Hu-ha!)
Outro
(Fáfnir's gold! Fáfnir's gold!)
The pyre on the mountain...
(Hu-ha!)
The oath was real.
The gold was cursed.
The fire took us both.
We were always
the same ending.
(Skál.)
