Scars & Whiskey Nights

Tattoos like battle flags under my skin,

Pierced like a rebel where the chaos begins.

Boots on the floor of a pub in the dark,

We sing with the fire and dance with the spark.

Six-pack cut, but the soul’s rough and raw,

We ain’t pretty — we’re power and flaw!

Night’s alive, with a howl and a roar,

Every scar’s a chapter, every drink a lore.

Heitar nætur, sár og sannleikur,

Blekið lifir — það deyr aldrei!

Við brennum hátt, við eigum nóttina,

Þetta er lífið — ekkert feik, bara ég!

Raise a glass to the scars we wear proud,

To the hearts that are loud, to the ones not allowed.

We ride with the wind, wild like the sea,

No leash, no chains — we were born to be free.

Shadows flicker, but we own the night,

Every lost battle fuels our fight.

We’re the thunder in the silent streets,

Living loud, with untamed beats.

Heitar nætur, sár og sannleikur,

Blekið lifir — það deyr aldrei!

Við brennum hátt, við eigum nóttina,

Þetta er lífið — ekkert feik, bara ég!

Í hverju ör (In every scar)

Er saga og eldgos (There’s a story and eruption)

We’re not broken — we’re legend in motion!

Bruni sem aldrei hættir (A fire that never ends)

Freedom’s our only potion,

Raise your voice — we’re chosen!

Whiskey nights and whispered dreams,

Tears like rivers, but hope still gleams.

Við stöndum saman, sterk og frjáls (We stand together, strong and free),

Scars and whiskey — that’s our legacy.