Under the Ice

[Verse 1]
The fjord lies frozen; the sky hangs dead,
I walk the path where the old ones bled.
Ancient bones shift under stone,
Their secrets hum in a voice of their own.
Through whiteout dark, the shadow wakes,
And the earth beats hard beneath my steps.

[Chorus]
Below the ice, below the stone,
A dead king calls me by my name.
Low as thunder, old as bone—
I answer, and the hills answer the same.

[Verse 2]
The tagelharpa keens through the gale,
A lonely thread in the blizzard’s wail.
My breath turns silver; my hands go numb,
The drum says, “Keep on. The reckoning’s come.”
No torch can tame what the storm has stirred;
The mountain speaks without a word.

[Bridge]
I’m not alone on this frozen track—
The buried rise, and they’re calling me back.
One heart, one drum, one storm-wrung vow:
The dead are listening now.

[Outro]
Under the ice, the old songs roam.
I walk on, carrying them home.