Verse 1
Cold iron skies over blackened seas,
Ravens circle high through the winter breeze.
Fourth Platoon rises with fire in our veins,
Born from thunder, sharpened by pain.
Axes in spirit, rifles in hand,
Marching like wolves across cursed land.
Steel-hearted brothers with battle-scarred souls,
Valhalla awaits when the war drums roll.
Pre-Chorus
Odin hear us, hear our cry,
If tonight we fall, let us rise.
Shieldwall strong in the fading light,
Fourth Platoon rides into the fight.
Chorus
We are the heathens of the Fourth tonight,
Forged in frost and battlelight.
Sons of fury, storm, and flame,
The gods themselves shall know our name.
Raise the banner, let it fly,
Through blood and ash we never die.
Fourth Platoon, hear the thunder call—
We stand together or we fall.
Verse 2
Campfire smoke and the northern wind,
Every battle leaves scars within.
Brothers beside me, sworn by blood,
Walking through fire, marching through mud.
No king commands the souls we bear,
Only the oath and the fights we share.
Through broken valleys and fields of snow,
Fourth Platoon still onward goes.
Bridge
Hear the drums...
Hear the horns...
See the longships ride the storm.
If death should come beneath red skies,
Tell Valhalla the Fourth arrives.
Breakdown
Heathens!
Heathens!
Fourth Platoon Heathens!
Shield to shield and side by side,
Into the storm we ride!
Final Chorus
We are the heathens of the Fourth tonight,
Forged in frost and battlelight.
Sons of fury, storm, and flame,
The gods themselves shall know our name.
Raise the banner, let it fly,
Through blood and ash we never die.
Fourth Platoon, carved in stone—
The battlefield shall be our throne.
Outro
Under raven wings we stand,
Brothers bound by war and land.
When the final horn is blown,
The Fourth shall claim Valhalla’s throne.
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