TITLE:
Not Our Ragnarök

STYLE:
Nordic Viking metal fused with hip-hop, drop-D down-tuned heavy guitars, pounding war drums, tagelharpa and bone flute, deep throat-singing drones, cinematic strings, male baritone half-rap lead, female contralto lead, massive mixed choir, gang shouts, anthemic, epic, modern heavy production, clear intelligible English vocals, 92 BPM, the heaviest and most epic track, thundering war drums, full orchestra, massive choir, apocalyptic yet defiant

EXCLUDE STYLES:
autotune, EDM drop, lo-fi, comedy, spoken-word only, children's choir, country, reggae

LYRICS:
[Intro - great horn blast, thunder, orchestra swell, choir, instrumental]

[Verse 1 - male baritone half-rap, commanding and huge, pounding riff]
They wrote the end of the world on a merchant's scroll,
Sold the wolf and the serpent and they took their toll.
Wrote the day the sun goes dark and the rivers turn,
Sold the tickets for the front row where the gods will burn.
But the prophecy was forged by a hand we know,
And the stars are all still standing and the rivers flow.
There's no Fenrir at the gate, there's a man with a pen,
And we will not end the world for his profit again.

[Pre-Chorus - female contralto, powerful, rising strings]
Put down the horn,
Let it stay quiet.
The end they sold
Was only a riot.

[Chorus - full band, apocalyptic choir, slow heavy anthem, gang shouts]
Not our Ragnarök!
Not our final fire!
Not our Ragnarök!
Not our funeral pyre!
Let the wolf stay chained,
Let the serpent sleep.
Not our Ragnarök!
This world is ours to keep!

[Verse 2 - female contralto and male baritone trading bars, aggressive]
They built the end in a counting room and priced it for a sale,
Every shield a subscription and every grave a bale.
They wanted twilight of the gods to be a quarterly gain,
They wanted all our children as the kindling for the flame.
But the watchman kept his lantern and the raven kept the truth,
And the soldiers lowered spears from the old men to the youth.
There is no fated ending that a merchant gets to write,
We are the ones who choose if we will fight or hold the light.

[Chorus - full band, bigger, key lift]
Not our Ragnarök!
Not our final fire!
Not our Ragnarök!
Not our funeral pyre!
Let the wolf stay chained,
Let the serpent sleep.
Not our Ragnarök!
This world is ours to keep!

[Outro - final orchestral hit, thunder, silence, then one gang shout]
Ours to keep!