Jǫrð Under Iron Hooves

[Verse 1]
Snow on the shield rim, frost in my teeth,
Boots hit the black ridge, wolves at my feet,
Oak on the fireline, smoke in my hair,
I bit into hard rye bread and kept moving there.
Spearheads glitter, braids tied tight,
Drums in the ribs like a beast in flight,
I can feel the ground shake under my stride,
Beat on my back, but I’m still alive.
[Pre-Chorus]
Raise that horn, let it split the sky,
Count one, two, three, then we surge and collide,
Every scar on my arms says I’m built for this fight,
I’m a breath from the blade and I’m hungry tonight.
[Chorus]
Hör, hör, we ride, we ride,
Fire in the throat and thunder beside,
Hör, hör, we rise, we rise,
Barely ahead, but we stay alive.
Hör, hör, we ride, we ride,
The ice in my veins turns red inside,
Hör, hör, we rise, we rise,
War horn call and the whole line отвечает.
[Verse 2]
Ash on the anvil, salt on my skin,
Axes come swinging, I lean right in,
Mouth full of herring, sharp and brined,
Taste of the sea when I crossed that line.
Runes in the leather, iron in the hem,
Brothers in the front row, I’m one of them,
If the night tries to catch me, it’s too late now,
I was born in the hammering, I learned the howl.
[Pre-Chorus]
Raise that horn, let it split the sky,
Count one, two, three, then we surge and collide,
Every scar on my arms says I’m built for this fight,
I’m a breath from the blade and I’m hungry tonight.
[Chorus]
Hör, hör, we ride, we ride,
Fire in the throat and thunder beside,
Hör, hör, we rise, we rise,
Barely ahead, but we stay alive.
Hör, hör, we ride, we ride,
The ice in my veins turns red inside,
Hör, hör, we rise, we rise,
War horn call and the whole line отвечает.
[Bridge]
[Half-time, chanting builds]
Stone by stone, we don’t break,
Blood in the snow, still awake,
If the world wants more, it can take my name,
I was forged in the roar, I was fed the flame.
[Chorus]
Hör, hör, we ride, we ride,
Fire in the throat and thunder beside,
Hör, hör, we rise, we rise,
Barely ahead, but we stay alive.
Hör, hör, we ride, we ride,
The ice in my veins turns red inside,
Hör, hör, we rise, we rise,
War horn call and the whole line отвечает.

Nordic melodic metal with war-horn openings, galloping double-kick, choir-stacked chants, tremolo-picked guitars, and a huge lift into a syncopated, battle-ready chorus; fierce male vocals, sharpened midrange bass, and a final cadence that feels like banners snapping in a winter storm, metal