Angrboða's Hoedown

Ironwood fires burn low

Ash in the air

Sky gold

Jötun drums in the cold

She's comin' down the road (hey!)

Bare feet kickin' up frost

Bones on a braided rope

Wolf-pelts swing as she walks

Eyes full of old

Sharp hope

She raised a serpent on storms

Rocked a wolf with a chain

Braided Hel's pale black hair

Sang her sleep in the graveyard rain

(It's) Angrboða's hoedown

Dance in the sorrow

Spin like a storm that might drown tomorrow

Stomp for the wolf

Let the chainlines rattle

Swing for the snake 'round the roots of the cattle

Raise one cup for the queen down below

Two boots down in the Ironwood snow

Laugh with the grief she brings to this ground

When Angrboða calls

You throw down at her hoedown (hey!)

She don't flinch at fate

She's poured it straight from the cask

Cards marked doom on the table

Still you ask for a mask

"Put on this beast-bone crown

Dance till your doubts fall through

You can't outrun twilight

But twilight can dance with you"

(It's) Angrboða's hoedown

Dance in the sorrow

Spin like a storm that might drown tomorrow

Stomp for the wolf

Let the chainlines rattle

Swing for the snake 'round the roots of the cattle

Raise one cup for the queen down below

Two boots down in the Ironwood snow

Laugh with the grief she brings to this ground

When Angrboða calls

You throw down at her hoedown

Round and round in the ash and pine (woah)

Mothers of monsters keep wicked time

If the world must crack

Let the rafters shake

Let the floorboards roar for the lives she made

Angrboða's hoedown

Dance in the sorrow

Spin like a storm that might drown tomorrow