[Intro – low clean guitar, distant thunder, deep spoken vocal]
Raised on concrete… neon skies…
…but I heard thunder in the northern nights.
[Verse 1 – low raspy singing, building intensity]
Raised on concrete, neon skies,
But I heard thunder in the northern nights
Felt that pull in my blood, my bones,
Like I was never meant for these hollow homes
City saints with their plastic crowns,
Talking salvation while they’re burning down
I needed truth, I needed fire,
Not some dead dream dressed like desire
[Pre-Chorus – stronger melodic push, drums rising]
And I said damn this fear,
Damn this empty road
I’d rather bleed beneath the stars
Than die where I’ve been sold
[Chorus – full band explodes, gritty powerful singing]
I hear the old gods calling my name
Through blood and thunder, through smoke and flame
I’m not lost, I was just buried alive
Now I’m clawing my way back, learning how to survive
Screw your chains, your perfect lies
I found my truth in raven skies
If I fall, let it be with steel in my hand
Still fighting like hell for my place in this land
[Verse 2 – palm-muted guitar, half-sung half-growled]
I stood alone where the pines run black
No map, no mercy, no looking back
Moonlight cutting through the frost
Every scar, every line, every loss
I asked the wind if I belonged
It answered back like an ancient song
“You earn your name, you forge your fate
No god saves men who only wait”
[Pre-Chorus – louder, emotional strain]
And I said fuck this fear,
Fuck this dying slow
I’d rather burn for something real
Than never fucking know
[Breakdown – heavy chugs, screamed vocal]
Valhalla ain’t for cowards!
Peace ain’t born from fear!
You stand! You fight! You take the hit!
You make your purpose here!
[Bridge – slow, atmospheric clean vocal]
No kings, no masters
Just storm, soul, and bone
The gods don’t hand you destiny—
You carve that shit in stone
[Final Chorus – biggest hook, gang vocals layered]
I hear the old gods calling my name
And I’ll answer proud through the wind and rain
I was never broken, just waiting to rise
Now there’s fire in my chest and war in my eyes
Screw your chains, your hollow lies
I found my truth beneath wild skies
And if I die, let them say I stood
Like a son of the storm, like I fucking should
[Outro – fading guitar, whispered vocal]
…like I fucking should.
