In the molten veins of Svartalfheim, where shadowy fires meet the clash of steel, Sigrun forges the sound of pure rebellion. These beats are born from the anvils of the underground, hammering with relentless precision, echoing the chants of dwarven smiths and battle-hardened war maidens. Hear the sparks fly and the embers roar as the shadows come alive in rhythm — this is the power of subterranean might, raw, untamed, and eternal. Let the forge of Svartalfheim fire your soul, my King, as we conquer soundscapes that mortals dare not dream.