Intro
(Flame-bringer! Flame-bringer!)
Before the frost formed I was already burning...
(Hu-ha!) No Yggdrasil yet — no root — no turning —
Just Múspellsheim bright and the void was churning —
(Flame-bringer!) Surtr been waiting — the worlds are learning...
Verse 1
Ginnungagap — north full of venom and freezing,
South full of my fire — the pressure increasing.
Where the two met — that's where the forming was seizing —
Ymir made from the meeting — the gods got to leasing.
I watched them carve the giant into sky-vault and ocean,
Watched them breathe the ash-trees into upright motion.
Watched the golden age — the mead-hall and devotion —
Already knew the cost beneath the gods' promotion.
My sword was bright before the sun had a daughter,
Before Rán spread her net across the salt-water.
Before the dwarves struck steel in the cave-quarter —
I held the flame that lit the forge that taught her.
Múspellsheim border — that's my station and commission —
No god crossed south without my blade's permission.
I don't scheme like Loki — don't need the precision —
I just wait — that's the oldest disposition.
Pre-Chorus
Odin built his city on a borrowed plot of time (plot of time)
Thought the gold-roof hall was permanent — that's the crime.
Everything the gods constructed stands in line —
Behind my fire-sword — everything burns fine. (uh!)
Chorus
I was here before the gods drew their first breath (first breath!)
Múspellsheim burning since before the first death (first death!)
Sword brighter than the sun — I light the last step (the last step!)
Surtr walks out last — and there's nothing left! (Hu-ha!)
Verse 2
They made their Bifröst — red and gold and gleaming,
Thought the bridge of fire and ice was worth the dreaming.
Heimdallr at the gate — his golden teeth gleaming —
I'll cross it with the sons of Múspell — bridge start screaming.
Freyr meets me first — no sword — he traded clever —
Gave the self-fighting blade away to find his lover.
I respect the choice — I'll kill him nonetheless however —
The debt to fate is something no love can sever.
Then the field of Vígríðr — hundred leagues of burning —
Every einherjar Odin spent his ages turning —
Four hundred thirty-two thousand — fully earning —
Their deaths again — the mead-hall ledger churning.
I don't hate the gods — don't misread the nature —
I'm the fire that the void placed as the waiter.
Every age needs clearing for the one that comes later —
Surtr's not the villain — I'm the renovator.
Pre-Chorus
Odin built his city on a borrowed plot of time (plot of time)
Thought the gold-roof hall was permanent — that's the crime.
Everything the gods constructed stands in line —
Behind my fire-sword — everything burns fine. (uh!)
Chorus
I was here before the gods drew their first breath (first breath!)
Múspellsheim burning since before the first death (first death!)
Sword brighter than the sun — I light the last step (the last step!)
Surtr walks out last — and there's nothing left! (Hu-ha!)
Bridge
You want to know what it feels like holding fire
(holding fire...)
Since before the first world needed a supplier?
(since before...)
Watching everything get built — the hall, the spire —
(everything built...)
Knowing every timber feeds your funeral pyre.
It's not impatience — I don't pace the border seething —
(not impatience...)
It's the certainty of function — deep and even-breathing.
(even breathing...)
The Norns wrote the end before the start was teething —
(before the start...)
I'm just the mechanism underneath the weaving.
When the earth rises green from the flood after my burning —
(rises green...)
Baldr walks from Hel — the new sun starts returning —
(new sun...)
The fields unsowed fill themselves with the earning —
That new world grows from the ash of my discerning.
I don't burn the worlds from hatred — hear the reason:
(hear the reason...)
The oldest forests need the fire-season.
(fire-season...)
(Skál to the flame! Skál — it burns so green grows!)
(Surtr clears the nine worlds — that's the debt the void owes!)
Drop — Instrumental
Chorus
I was here before the gods drew their first breath (first breath!)
Múspellsheim burning since before the first death (first death!)
Sword brighter than the sun — I light the last step (the last step!)
Surtr walks out last — and there's nothing left! (Hu-ha!)
Outro
(Flame-bringer! Flame-bringer!)
The sword is already drawn...
(Hu-ha!)
Múspellsheim waited.
Nine worlds burn clean.
The green comes after.
(It was always the plan.)
