Intro
(Bear-shirt! Bear-shirt!)
The blood-moon don't set when I rise...
(Hu-ha!) Cold breath on the blackened ice
Something older wearing my eyes...
Verse 1
Óðinn stitched my spine out of ash and from iron,
Tyr lost his hand — I don't flinch, I don't tire.
Bear-shirt hit my back and the frost starts a fire,
Something climbs my chest like a god climbing higher.
Face paint, bone beads, wolf-pelt across the shoulder,
Every life I've bled makes the fury grow colder.
No shield — just teeth — let 'em watch as I smolder,
When the red drops in, ain't no man left in the soldier.
Pre-Chorus
Feel it crack the ribs — that old beast breaking through (breaking through)
Black eyes, bitten lip — ain't a thing I can't undo.
Call the bjorn to war — watch the pale sky turn to bruise,
Úlfhéðnar don't die — we just burn and we renew. (uh!)
Chorus
I don't feel the blade, I don't feel the cold (feel nothing!)
Bear-shirt on my back — now the beast takes hold (takes hold!)
Blood on the snow, and the story gets told (gets told!)
Berserker walking — I am older than old! (Hu-ha!)
Verse 2
Yggdrasil root-deep where the serpent is gnawing,
I heard Níðhöggr laugh when he saw what I'm drawing.
The edge of the world and the dark is still calling,
Every frostbitten king in my path is still falling.
Ax-time, sword-time, shields split asunder,
I don't move for the lightning — I'm louder than thunder.
Nine worlds hearing footsteps and they're starting to wonder
Who's tearing the root while the world-tree goes under.
Pre-Chorus
Feel it crack the ribs — that old beast breaking through (breaking through)
Black eyes, bitten lip — ain't a thing I can't undo.
Call the bjorn to war — watch the pale sky turn to bruise,
Úlfhéðnar don't die — we just burn and we renew. (uh!)
Chorus
I don't feel the blade, I don't feel the cold (feel nothing!)
Bear-shirt on my back — now the beast takes hold (takes hold!)
Blood on the snow, and the story gets told (gets told!)
Berserker walking — I am older than old! (Hu-ha!)
Bridge
There's a name they don't speak after dark —
(don't speak it...)
It's the name that I carved in my heart.
(carved it in...)
When the bear-shirt comes down, I restart —
No man, no mercy, no art.
Just the wound-dew on stone,
Just the howl of the bone,
Just a god walking home
Through the blood-field alone... (Skál!)
Drop — Instrumental
Chorus
I don't feel the blade, I don't feel the cold (feel nothing!)
Bear-shirt on my back — now the beast takes hold (takes hold!)
Blood on the snow, and the story gets told (gets told!)
Berserker walking — I am older than old! (Hu-ha!)
Outro
(Bear-shirt! Bear-shirt!)
The blood-moon don't set...
(Hu-ha!)
The beast ain't done yet...
