Voices of the Old Gods – Nordic Folk Ballad from Realms Between

Beneath ash and frost, across realms seen and unseen, the "voices of the old gods" still echo.

A journey through myth and memory, where Odin sees, Hel waits, and Loki laughs in the shadows. Carved in runes and bound by fate, this song invokes the primal powers that shaped the Nine Worlds.

🕯️ "Let me fall — or let me fly..."
This piece calls to those who walk the edge between order and chaos, life and afterlife, with whispered prayers lost to time.

If the gods speak through storms and silence, let your soul remember their song.
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Lyrics:
"Under ash...
Beyond flame...
Old gods stir...
Call my name...

Odin waits
One eye sees
Runes are carved
By bleeding knees

Ravens cry
Through endless frost
Wisdom comes
With something lost

Voices rise — from roots below
Call me back — through fire and snow
Threads are pulled — by hands unseen
Old gods watch — from realms between

Hel is near
The silence grows
Her breath is cold
As winter snows

No prayers pass
Beyond her gate
Just shadowed halls
And woven fate

Voices rise — from roots below
Call me back — through fire and snow
Threads are pulled — by hands unseen
Old gods watch — from realms between

Loki laughs
The world bends
Truth is twisted
Love pretends

Chains may hold
But not for long
Chaos hums
A serpent’s song

Voices rise — from roots below
Call me back — through fire and snow
Threads are pulled — by hands unseen
Old gods watch — from realms between

Let me fall — or let me fly
I was born — to never die"