A brass-like call rises out of a low drone. No band entrance yet, just a wide ceremonial opening.

The introduction keeps hanging on that horn color and deep drone, building space before the heavy section arrives.

Here the band hits: distorted guitars come in hard, and the double-kick drive turns the opening weight into a march.

Grainy growl comes in already inside the machine: Through Nifelheim's eternal night.

The drums don't paint each image. They just keep the trek stepping: fear and dread, keeper of the well.

Dressed in grey, ice and piercing wind. The voice is dragged through the same weather as the guitars.

For the price at journey's end. Still no pause under it.

By the root of Yggdrasil. The riff keeps circling while the vocal world tightens around the well.

Oden offers his appeal, but the man is not compelled. The band keeps doing all the pushing.

Chorus turns chant-like: water from the pool, drain it down, wisdom fill my soul.

Same demand again, locked to the riff so the body can memorize it.

Guardian of memories gives one head shake, and the forward discipline doesn't break.

Seldom does a silent man make any grave mistakes. Dry line, no underlining from the band.

He would not be swayed. He didn't move, he didn't turn. The pulse just keeps charging the same gate.

Just one drink from your well. One drink and I'll be wise. The vocal pushes; the guitars stay on the hard road.

There must be a price. Still no form break. The tension is the refusal to open a new door.

Chorus back again, less like a new section than the same act of insistence.

Oden stared into Mimr's eyes. His face could not be read.

Finally he broke a smile, and then Mimr said.

Your eye is my price. The arrangement keeps its command right through the cut.

Oden showed a steady hand. Then calmly he said.

Give me a knife. That calm lands harder because the band never flinches.

No separate horror scene after. The guitars just keep walking the decision forward on the same pulse.

Final return of the water lines, still held inside the fast drive.

Drink and you'll be wise. Wisdom comes to those. The earlier wanting finally answers itself.

Pressure starts to ease, then the whole march cuts off into silence.