[Intro]
Carved in silence, cold as fate,
Ancient marks that never fade,
In the stone the past still groans —
Blood is written on the runestones.
[Verse 1]
Shadows crawl through sacred ground,
Whispers rise without a sound,
Every mark a tale of war,
Echoes of the ones before.
Hands of time in crimson stained,
Oaths once broken, oaths reclaimed,
Through the mist their voices call,
From the grave we hear them all.
[Pre-Chorus]
Read the signs that gods have cast,
Future forged within the past,
Every scar, a sacred vow —
What was lost is rising now.
[Chorus]
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — carved in bone and flame!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — we remember every name!
Through the dark, through the cold, we stand as one,
Bound by fate, by the steel and the setting sun!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — hear the ancient cry!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — we will never die!
[Verse 2]
Eyes of stone still watch the land,
Guided by a ghostly hand,
Every step on cursed domain,
Feeds the soil with blood and pain.
Fallen kings beneath the ice,
Paid in war the final price,
Still their legacy remains,
Flowing deep within our veins.
[Pre-Chorus]
Read the signs that gods have cast,
Future forged within the past,
Hear the ravens circle high,
Odin’s truth we can’t deny.
[Chorus]
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — carved in bone and flame!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — we remember every name!
Through the dark, through the cold, we stand as one,
Bound by fate, by the steel and the setting sun!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — hear the ancient cry!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — we will never die!
[Bridge / Breakdown]
Stone! — Holds the memory!
Blood! — Writes the destiny!
Runes! — Burn within the night!
War! — Endless ancient fight!
No escape from what is sworn,
In the frost we are reborn,
Through the ages, through the pain —
We will rise again!
[Instrumental Break – dark melodic lead]
(eerie twin guitars over slow pounding rhythm)
[Final Chorus]
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — burning evermore!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — calling us to war!
Through the dark, through the cold, we rise again,
Children of the ice and the blood of men!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — hear the ancient cry!
BLOOD ON THE RUNESTONES — WE WILL NEVER DIE!
[Outro]
Silent stones beneath the snow,
Still they watch and still they know,
In their marks our fate is shown —
Blood remains… on the runestones.
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