Runes Gone Blind

(Verse 1)

The wind has changed its ancient tongue,
it bites like iron, cold and young.
The sky is split by unseen hands,
reshaping fate across the lands.
I walked with omens, walked with fire,
followed signs that never lied—
but now the ravens wheel above,
and even they have lost their guide.

(Chorus)

The spirit-world is shifting stone,
the old ways crack, the gods unknown.
The runes go dark, the thread is torn—
I cannot see what comes at dawn.
The veil is moving, black and wide,
like winter swallowing the tide.
Something stirs beyond the flame…
and I can’t read the world the same.

(Verse 2)

I hear the drums beneath the earth,
as if the dead prepare for birth.
The mountains hold their breath in dread,
the fjords reflect a sky of lead.
The seer’s sight once cut the night,
like spearpoint through the storm,
but now the mist has taken hold—
and all the signs are warped and torn.

(Chorus)

The spirit-world is shifting stone,
the old ways crack, the gods unknown.
The runes go dark, the thread is torn—
I cannot see what comes at dawn.
The veil is moving, black and wide,
like winter swallowing the tide.
Something stirs beyond the flame…
and I can’t read the world the same.

[Bridge (chant / oath-like)]

If Odin turns his single eye,
if Loki laughs behind the sky,
if Freyja weeps in fields of ash—
then let the veil fall, let it crash.
I stand unbroken, axe in hand,
a mortal soul against the grand.
If fate is written once again—
then carve my name in storm and rain.

[Final Chorus (bigger, war-drums)]

The spirit-world is shifting stone,
the old ways crack, the gods unknown.
The runes go dark, the thread is torn—
I cannot see what comes at dawn.
Yet still I walk through frost and fear,
with wolfish heart and vision clear—
if the world is being remade…
I’ll meet it blade to shadowblade.

[Outro (spoken/chant)]

The ravens cry…
The fire dies…
The runes go blind…
And fate rewrites.