Odins Broken Blade

Album: The Volsung Legacy Saga: Blood of the Dragon, Blood of the Raven Link to full playlist on Suno: https://suno.com/playlist/fdfc9c17-17... Song Text. The years had carved their marks in stone, Yet Sigmund still stood tall, The Wolf Son's fire burned unbroken, Though winter shadows touched them all. Across the field the banners gathered, Steel and hatred filled the air, King Siggeir called for blood, And fate was waiting there. The ravens circled overhead, The wind spoke low among the dead, For every sword must meet its end, And every road must someday bend. Raise the broken blade! Raise the shattered steel! Though the gods may turn away, The wounds are still real! Raise the broken blade! Lift it to the sky! For the greatest warriors know How a hero learns to die! The battle thundered through the valley, Spears were broken, shields were torn, Sigmund strode through ranks of warriors, Like a storm before the dawn. None could stand before brave Gram, The blade that fate itself had forged, Its silver edge drank fear and glory, As the clash of armies roared. Yet through the smoke, A stranger came, One hooded eye, One hidden name. The battlefield grew cold and still, As destiny revealed its will. Raise the broken blade! Raise the shattered steel! Though the gods may turn away, The wounds are still real! Raise the broken blade! Lift it to the sky! For the greatest warriors know How a hero learns to die! Before him stood the Wanderer, Odin, cloaked in grey, The very god who gave brave Gram, Had come to take its strength away. Sigmund struck with all his fury, The mighty sword came crashing down, But Gungnir met the shining edge, And shattered fate upon the ground. Gram! Broken! Gram! Fallen! The gift of gods undone! Gram! Broken! Gram! Fallen! The age of Sigmund done! Raise the broken blade! Raise the shattered steel! Though the gods may turn away, The wounds are still real! Raise the broken blade! Lift it to the sky! For the gods may choose our fate, But they cannot choose our pride! Upon the field the old king rested, His mortal journey nearly through, He gathered up the shattered pieces, And finally he knew. "The blade is broken, But not forever," The dying Volsung softly said, "For one yet unborn shall wield these shards, And carry on when I am dead."