Lyrics
Before the fire
Before the scream
Ice held time
In frozen dream
No gods spoken
No fate spun
Only silence
Only one
Salted ice and endless white
No sun to rise, no wrong or right
Then warmth moved under stone
A breath not meant to walk alone
From rime and dark her shadow grew
Milk like stars the cold she drew
She stood where nothing dared to be
The first soft act of destiny
Auðhumla móðir lífs
Auðhumla móðir lífs
Úr ísi vexa örlǫg
Úr þögn er heimr reist
She fed the void, she fed the slain
White rivers cut through frost and pain
Ymir drank, the giant woke
The silent dark at last was broke
Her tongue on ice, three nights, three days
Salt gave way to form and face
From frozen bone, from bitter sea
Búri rose to ancestry
Auðhumla móðir lífs
Auðhumla móðir lífs
Úr ísi vexa örlǫg
Úr þögn er heimr reist
She did not rule
She did not speak
No crown of fire
No thundered decree
Yet gods were born
And gods would kill
All blood begins
With gentle will
The cow stands still as worlds ignite
She does not choose the wrong or right
From milk came war, from warmth came blade
From kindness debt can't be repaid
They carved the sky, they named the law
But never saw what birthed them all
No altar raised, no songs remain
For hands that shaped the gods in vain
Auðhumla móðir lífs
Auðhumla móðir lífs
Blóð ok goð af mjólk varð til
Örlǫg drekkr sitt gjald
When fire falls
And gods are gone
Ice remembers
What once was warm