Vali - Secrets of the bound god

[Intro] Whispers stir beneath the ancient boughs of Yggdrasil, A figure cloaked in shadow binds the silence, chilling, still. Odin, masked in mortal guise, to test what fate will yield, At King Geirröd’s merciless hand, his destiny concealed. [Verse 1] In the grip of iron chains, beneath the eagle’s stare, Odin waits, the old god veiled, in the human snare. Words of power locked within, under grim watch kept, To young Agnar alone, the secrets he adept. Through the flames of torment, unflinching and unswayed, He whispers of the worlds where light and shadow played. [Pre-Chorus] Bound yet unbroken, beneath the watchful eyes of night, Through pain and peril, he holds the hidden might. [Chorus] Hear now, the Secrets of the Grímnir, tales of old unfurled, From the roots of Yggdrasil to the corners of the world. Odin's words, a legacy through Agnar's ears received, Mysteries of the mighty, by the gallant believed. [Verse 2] Through the echoes of the void, where silent fates are drawn, Grímnir speaks of realms that lie beyond the dawn. From the halls of Valhalla, where the brave reside in peace, To the depths of Hel, where all the whispers cease. He tells of Midgard’s serpent, encircling the earth, And of Fenrir’s chains, and of Asgard’s worth. [Bridge] Nine worlds hang in balance, the Norns weave their threads, From the whispers of the bound, where fear and courage sheds. Secrets veiled in sagas, in runes of old cast, Grímnir’s lore, through Agnar, to the ages passed. [Pre-Chorus] In the flicker of the firelight, against the chains that bind, The wisdom of the High One, the search through shadows find. [Chorus] Hear now, the Secrets of the Grímnir, tales of old unfurled, From the roots of Yggdrasil to the corners of the world. Odin's words, a legacy through Agnar's ears received, Mysteries of the mighty, by the gallant believed. [Outro (a capella)] As the embers die to whispers, Odin’s guise is shed, The king, now wiser, sees the truth in what is said. In the heart of silence, the secrets softly sleep, Until the call of honor, once more, they shall reap.