歌词
[Intro]
[Soft, eerie synth sounds, building tension]
[Verse 1]
Thunder cracks across the sky, a signal loud and clear,
Ancient gods awake tonight, the end is drawing near.
Midgard shakes under mighty weight, the serpents twist and coil,
Fires blaze through celestial gates, as oceans start to boil.
[Build-Up]
[Rising tempo and pitch, faster beats]
Fenrir's chains break loose, untamed,
The wolf howls to the moon,
Surtr's fire spreads unclaimed,
As darkness cloaks the noon.
[Chorus]
Ragnarok, the twilight falls, lighting up the ash,
Drums of war, the Valkyries call, through the thunder's crash.
Bass drops low, the world in trance,
Heroes rise and stand,
Fate's last dance, in the cosmic expanse,
We meet the final stand.
[Verse 2]
Giants march from Jotunheim, with steps that crack the ground,
Odin rides to face his fate, where lost souls are found.
The tree of life begins to wilt, its leaves whisper the end,
Swords clash, and blood is spilt, as realms begin to bend.
[Build-Up 2]
(Intensification of layers and rhythm)
Skies split with the roar of storms,
Lightning carves the air,
A new world, from chaos forms,
In the ruins of despair.
[Chorus Repeated]
[Instrumental]
[Build with piano chords]
Skies split with the roar of storms (roar of storms),
Lightning carves the air, (the air)
A new world, from chaos forms (chaos forms),
In the ruins of despair. (of despair)
Fenrir's chains break loose, untamed. (untamed)
The wolf howls to the moon. (the moon)
Surtr's fire spreads unclaimed. (unclaimed)
As darkness cloaks the noon. (the noon)
[Break]
[Chorus]
Giants march from Jotunheim, with steps that crack the ground,
Odin rides to face his fate, where lost souls are found.
The tree of life begins to wilt, its leaves whisper the end,
Swords clash, and blood is spilt, as realms begin to bend.
[Instrumental Continued]
[Chorus Continued]
Giants march from Jotunheim, with steps that crack the ground,
Odin rides to face his fate, where lost souls are found.
The tree of life begins to wilt, its leaves whisper the end,
Swords clash, and blood is spilt, as realms begin to bend.
[Instrumental Continued]
[Solo Melody Instrumental]
[Refrain]
[Break]
[Soft Refrain Harmony]
Odin rides to face his fate, where lost souls are found.
The tree of life begins to wilt, its leaves whisper the end,
Swords clash, and blood is spilt, as realms begin to bend.
Ragnarok.
[End]
