The Veðravíg Rolls Eternal versuri

Versuri Mehrune Dagon – The Veðravíg Rolls Eternal lyrics

[Verse 1]
Across the ash of Muspel’s flame,
Through golden halls where dead Gods reign,
The wheels still turn, though none command
But Hel’s own chosen, cold of hand.
From Asgard’s spires of shining gold
To Helheim’s rot and coffin-mold,
The Veðravíg shifts as realms require –
Now jeweled throne, now funeral pyre.

[Chorus]
Hear the silence of the Dundavar,
No hoofbeat falls where dead hooves are.
Only iron wheels on starless road,
Only chains of souls in endless load.
Veðravíg, Veðravíg, black sails on wind,
Carrying the lost where life has sinned.
No path behind, no path ahead –
Only forward with the chosen dead.

[Verse 2]
In Vanaheim the vines embrace
The carriage framed in living grace,
In Jötunheim the frostbite bites
Its splintered boards on starless nights.
In Svartálfheim the gears of bronze
Scream like dwarves when daylight’s gone.
Yet still it rolls, no rest, no stay,
Bound to the Queen who owns its way.

[Chorus]
Hear the silence of the Dundavar,
Ghost-maned and pale, they never tire.
No print in snow, no breath of steam,
Only the creak of a dying dream.
Veðravíg, Veðravíg, through the dark it crawls,
Bearing the player beyond the walls
Of worlds that were and worlds that burn –
There is no road that lets return.

[Bridge – spoken, low, almost whispered]
Four there ride, yet none alive.
One holds the reins that never forgive.
One sits beside you, cloaked in grey,
Saying nothing of the price you’ll pay.
The horses wait. The wheels await.
The gate is open. It is too late.

[Verse 3]
When Gjallarhorn at last is blown
And Yggdrasil itself lies thrown,
Still through the ruin, smoke, and slag
Will roll the death-coach, proud and black.
For even Ragnarök must ride
With Hel’s own driver at its side.
And when all worlds have burned to cinders,
The Dundavar will carry the splinters.

[Final Chorus – slower, heavier]
No sound but sorrow, no trace but dread,
The Veðravíg carries the chosen dead.
Dundavar, Dundavar, forever run,
Until the worlds and the wheels are one.
Veðravíg, Veðravíg, your passenger now –
Look in the seat. The chosen is thou.

[Outro – fading, like distant wheels on stone]
Roll on… roll on… through the silence… roll on…