*[Intro]** *(Glitched choir, icy wind, corrupted war horn, deep sub-bass pulse like a failing server heartbeat)
Female (soft, broken transmission)
Valhalla is no longer stone...
It is signal...
Male (deep ritual chant)
Glitch...
The gods...
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Male
In halls of code where echoes burn,
Even gods forget to turn.
Valhalla drifts in pixel light,
Lost between the day and night.
Runes are fracturing in streams,
Breaking into digital dreams.
Every oath becomes a line,
Rewritten through corrupted time.
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Female
Do you hear them stutter now...
Like eternity is breaking?
Male
They are restarting.
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Both
GODS OF THE GLITCHING VALHALLA!
Rising from the data fall!
HEY!
Break the system!
End the code!
Let the ancient overload!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Nothing stays aligned!
Whoa-oh-oh!
We redefine!
GLITCHING!
VALHALLA!
RISES!
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Male
Iron ravens pixel fade,
Flying through a data grave.
Thunder rendered into noise,
Mimicking forgotten voice.
Time is looping, stuttering slow,
Where the dead circuits still glow.
Every god begins to crash,
In a cosmic final flash.
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Female
If the gods are just machine...
What are we?
Male (whisper)
The error...
and the dream.
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HEY!
HEY!
Crash the sky!
Break the frame!
Nothing here remains the same!
Bass eruption!
Worlds deleting!
Every fragment still repeating!
No control!
No command!
Only glitches understand!
GODS!
OF GLITCHING VALHALLA!
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Female
When the system goes silent...
Male
They are still inside it...
Both (fading)
Forever broken...
never gone...