The Silent One 2

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.)