[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Beneath the hood, the raven’s gaze,
Steel in hand, through the streaming haze,
Salt of the earth, the grindstone’s song,
Forged in fire, where the weak don’t belong.
[Chorus]
Hoodie streaming, winds of the north,
Mine the salt, and bring it forth,
F**k around, you’ll surely find out,
Valhalla waits as the horns shout!
[Verse 2]
Axes clash in the pixelated night,
Runes aglow like monitors bright,
Salt and sweat in the digital mead,
A Viking’s code in the lightning’s creed.
[Chorus]
Hoodie streaming, winds of the north,
Mine the salt, and bring it forth,
F**k around, you’ll surely find out,
Valhalla waits as the horns shout!
[Bridge]
Through the storm, the screen’s cold light,
“Find out” etched in the skull’s twilight,
Salt and iron, the Twitch-streamed throne,
Laugh with gods in the thunder’s drone.
[Outro]
