Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Raised in the white, in my mother's long hall,
a son of the frost and the snow and the squall.
They taught me the stillness, the patience of ice,
and never once guessed at the fire in my eyes.
Then the thaw broke inside me, my own blood ran hot,
and the winter that shaped me learned what I was not.
[Pre-Chorus]
So I turned from the glaciers, I followed the smoke,
down through the Surtland where the mountain-fire woke.
[Chorus]
You can outlast the fire, you can outlast the cold,
you can weather the one or the other and stand —
but nothing alive can outlast them at once,
where the ice takes the flame in my hand.
I am the seam where the frost meets the fire,
and the world wears no armor for that.
[Verse 2]
I strode to the fire-halls a stranger, half-frost,
and they jeered at the snow-son and reckoned him lost —
so I met every insult with knuckle and flame,
and the whole mountain shook till the fire-king came.
He looked on my face and he knew his own kin,
and the fire-halls opened and took the frost in.
[Chorus]
You can outlast the fire, you can outlast the cold,
you can weather the one or the other and stand —
but nothing alive can outlast them at once,
where the ice takes the flame in my hand.
I am the seam where the frost meets the fire,
and the world wears no armor for that.
[Bridge]
I don't stop at the killing — I strike through and past,
and the breaking of a body makes the whole world come clear;
in the ash and the frost-smoke I read what it means,
every ruin I open, I learn what was there.
[Bridge build]
When the metal ones came they had answers for cold,
they had answers for fire, or so they were told —
but they never once learned how to weather the split,
so they cracked at the seam where the two worlds hit.
Two peoples, one war, and one blood in between,
and I stand in the fracture where the halves have to lean.
[Final Chorus]
You can outlast the fire, you can outlast the cold,
you can weather the one or the other and stand —
but nothing alive can outlast them at once,
where the ice takes the flame in my hand.
I am the seam where the frost meets the fire,
the bridge and the blade of a people at war —
so let the glacier come down, let the mountain crack open,
I am both, I am one, and I'll end this old war.
[Outro]
Frost in the fire... fire in the snow...
I am the meeting, and I will not let go.
