

Intro
(Ýmir! Ýmir!)
You have been inside me since the first song started...
(Hu-ha!) My skull above you — my blood where you charted —
My flesh below your feet — my bones where you parted —
(Ýmir!) The world is my body — I already departed...
Verse 1
Ginnungagap — the void — two forces at the border:
Niflheim's venom-rivers spilling out of order,
Múspellsheim fire-breath surging hard from southward —
Where the two collided — rime-frost thawed to daughter.
I was the meeting — neither flame nor frost completely —
The first shape in the nothing — forming neatly.
Auðhumla found me — licked the salt ice sweetly —
Fed me her milk while she pulled Búri discretely.
I sweated in the dark — the first jötnar forming —
Armpits thick with life before the first grey morning.
Left leg crossed right leg — a son — born without warning —
The first life self-made — one body's outpouring.
Then Búri's grandsons came — no trial — no stating —
Óðinn, Vili, Vé — three brothers not debating.
The first murder in the void before the world's creating —
My blood ran wide and everything started taking.
Pre-Chorus
They lifted me and built before the red had dried (had dried)
Skull pressed to the sky-vault — four dwarves on each side —
Norðri, Suðri, Austri, Vestri — corners tied —
Every world you've ever walked was built from my inside. (uh!)
Chorus
You fight on my flesh — every shield-wall and blade (shield-wall and blade!)
You sail on my blood — every whale-road you've made (road you've made!)
You breathe my skull-sky — every prayer and crusade (every crusade!)
Ýmir is the world — the price was already paid! (Hu-ha!)
Verse 2
The sea you call the whale-road — that's my blood still running —
Every longship keel that split the wave-dark coming
Through my vein-water — salt from my blood's outrunning —
The ocean is my body — it keeps going, never undone-ing.
The mountains Skaði skis before the grey dawn breaks —
My bones compressed — that's the altitude it takes.
The clouds your skalds describe when the storm-sky shakes —
My brains dispersed — every weather-sign it makes.
The earth the berserker bleeds on mid-battle —
My flesh held flat — the draugr's mound — my skin like cattle.
The trees your longships' keels were carved from — that's my hair —
Every timber-beam you ever split was growing there.
Miðgarðr's wall that keeps the frost-giants outside —
My own eyebrows arching — think on that as you reside
In halls your fathers built upon my hide —
The wall that guards your world came from the face that died.
Pre-Chorus
They lifted me and built before the red had dried (had dried)
Skull pressed to the sky-vault — four dwarves on each side —
Norðri, Suðri, Austri, Vestri — corners tied —
Every world you've ever walked was built from my inside. (uh!)
Chorus
You fight on my flesh — every shield-wall and blade (shield-wall and blade!)
You sail on my blood — every whale-road you've made (road you've made!)
You breathe my skull-sky — every prayer and crusade (every crusade!)
Ýmir is the world — the price was already paid! (Hu-ha!)
Bridge
You want to know what the first death felt like?
(what did it feel like?)
Not the blade — the blade was just the one strike.
(not the blade...)
It was the spreading — becoming the unlike —
Skull rising into sky — bone finding its type.
I felt my blood go wide across the nothing —
(blood went wide...)
Felt my skull lift up and set the sky's clothing —
(skull became sky...)
Felt my bones press into mountain — nothing loathing —
(bones became mountain...)
Felt my flesh spread flat beneath the world's slow smoothing.
Every song you've heard rang inside this body —
(inside this body...)
The berserker raged on my flesh — red and bloody —
(on my flesh...)
The Allfather hung on a tree from my hair — sturdy —
(from my hair...)
The serpent swam through veins still warm and ruddy.
The Norns sit at a well bored through my chest-floor —
(through my chest...)
Níðhöggr gnaws the root-tip at my deepest core —
(gnaws my root...)
Surtr's fire burns my flesh back to before —
(Skál to Ýmir! Skál — the world he bore!)
(Everything you've ever known lives in his gore!)
Drop — Instrumental
Chorus
You fight on my flesh — every shield-wall and blade (shield-wall and blade!)
You sail on my blood — every whale-road you've made (road you've made!)
You breathe my skull-sky — every prayer and crusade (every crusade!)
Ýmir is the world — the price was already paid! (Hu-ha!)
Outro
(Ýmir! Ýmir!)
My skull is still above you...
(Hu-ha!)
My blood still runs below.
My flesh is still your ground.
You have been inside me
since before the first song.
(You still are.)
Trap · Dark · 150 BPM · 5:58 — Dark Viking trap / Nordic battle rap. Aggressive, deep taiko and frame drums, droning tagelharpa and nyckelharpa, carnyx and lur war horns, slow-building orchestral swells, cold frostbitten mood. Brutal, heroic, war-ready energy with epic drops. Tempo ~140–150 BPM.
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