The northern sky is breaking the ravens start to cry
A red sun burns like iron in the mouth of winters eye
We wake beneath the mountain with axes by the door
Our fathers built the longhouse we will guard it evermore
Through the frost through the flame
We remember every name
Carved in stone sung in rain
None shall fall and fade in vain
Raise the sail beat the drum
Hear the storm the war has come
From the fjord to the throne
We will claim what is our own
We are the thunder rolling over frozen seas
We are the fire breathing through the ancient trees
When the night comes down and the wolves begin to call
We stand as one we rise we never fall
Iron in our hands but honor in our hearts
Every scar a story every oath a spark
We do not chase the shadows we do not kneel to fear
We face the coming winter with our brothers drawing near
The tide may turn the stars may hide
But fate is not a chain
We carve the path we cross the ice
We walk through blood and rain
Step through the snow where the cold winds bite
Shield to the left and the blade held tight
March with the clan by the pale moonlight
No king no ghost no storm no night
Can break the oath that we swore in fire
Born from the ash climbing higher
Drums in the deep voices in the spire
We are the spark of a world reborn from pyre
Raise the sail beat the drum
Hear the storm the war has come
From the fjord to the throne
We will claim what is our own
We are the thunder rolling over frozen seas
We are the fire breathing through the ancient trees
When the night comes down and the wolves begin to call
We stand as one we rise we never fall
If dawn should find us wounded let the saga still be told
Not of men who feared the darkness but of hearts that would not fold
For clan for home for honor let the final horn be blown
We march into the storm and return upon the throne
Raise the sail beat the drum
Till the last red morning comes
By the gods by the stone
We will rise and take the throne
