No.
No.
No shield, no sword, the Viking lives in me.
I tear through the ropes that were choking my will.
I break through the gate that was keeping me still.
You tried to bend me—I did not kneel.
Souls to Valhalla, let the war drums roll in.
Hands on the shield, one vow that we hold.
I go straight through.
I go straight through.
For what I love, there is nothing I won’t do.
I watched the same dawn cut across the hall,
Said the world would change—but it changed nothing at all.
The chain on my wrist, and my hand on the lock,
I called it patience—I was scared of the knock.
Every day was a war no one else could see.