[Verse 1]
In the smoke of ancient fires bright,
stood a homestead bathed in morning light,
its name burned deep into the wood,
from father unto son it stood.
Odal was the ancient word,
blood and soil where roots were heard,
a ring of ancestors, stone and right,
their origin never lost from sight.
The runes lay silent in the frost,
an heirloom heavy, iron-crossed,
and over marsh and forest old
the voices of the elders rolled.
[Pre-Chorus]
Before the crowns, before decrees,
before the age of histories,
before the seals on parchment dry,
all that you saw was yours nearby.
[Chorus]
Odal and Alod,
a forgotten code,
between the stars and written law
lies an ancient thread we saw.
They speak of names stripped of their might,
of souls turned papers in the night,
yet deep within, through blood and flame,
the spark of freedom still remains.
Odal and Alod —
the forgotten code.
[Verse 2]
Then lords came riding through the land,
with frozen banners in their hands,
they claimed the fields, the woods, the stone,
and made the free land not its own.
Yet somewhere in the realm of shade
an ancient dream still has remained:
Allod is freedom’s rightful ground,
where no throne claims a higher crown.They whisper of the primal right,
older than a servant’s plight,
of living beings, whole and free,
beyond all rolls eternally.
[Pre-Chorus]
The name is but a mask they wear,
don’t be deceived by crafted snare,
the person is a silent guise,
born from forgotten centuries.
[Chorus]
Odal and Alod,
a forgotten code,
between the stars and written law
lies an ancient thread we saw.
See the pathways through the sea,
within a quiet “Right of Way,”
the part that never breaks apart,
still shining in your sovereign heart.
Odal and Alod —
the forgotten code.
[Bridge]
Jus cogens, seals of gold,
sleeping rights from days of old,
birth certificates, silent ties,
hidden names behind disguise.
We behold Dominion’s flame,
the source before all powers came,
the first breath, pure and running free,
when none claimed ownership to be.
And somewhere in the fields of stars
this ancient dream still wanders far.
[Final Chorus]
Odal and Alod,
through twilight’s crimson road,
between the myths and history
wanders one old melody.
Of freeborn farms and ancient vows,
of hidden gates beneath the clouds,
of those who see through darkest night:no outward throne endures the light.
Odal and Alod —
in the ancestors‘ wind burns red the code.
[Outro]
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