Norn the Godslayer

[Verse 1]
They carried his blade
On a black oak board
Iron still stained
From forgotten wars
Old men in mail
Young hands in clay
All of us shaking
With the weight of his name
[Chorus]
Raise your cups for Norn the Godslayer
Let the hills remember how he roared
Carve his deeds in oak and in granite
Sing his name till our own throats are worn
Norn the Godslayer
We will not let you fade
Stand in the hush of a thousand hearts
As we lay you in the grave
[Verse 2]
The banners hang low
Green torn with red
Children on shoulders
Straining their necks
Priests stand aside
Words feel too small
For the man who broke
The unbreakable wall
[Chorus]
Raise your cups for Norn the Godslayer
Let the hills remember how he roared
Carve his deeds in oak and in granite
Sing his name till our own throats are worn
Norn the Godslayer
We will not let you fade
Stand in the hush of a thousand hearts
As we lay you in the grave
[Bridge]
Who dares the dark now
When his fire is gone
Who holds the line now
When the night runs long
We are the echo
Of his last command
“Hold fast, hold fast”
And we lift our hands (hey!)
[Chorus]
Raise your cups for Norn the Godslayer
Let the hills remember how he roared
Carve his deeds in oak and in granite
Sing his name till our own throats are worn
Norn the Godslayer
Walk beside our way
Sleep in the songs of a thousand souls
We will keep your name awake

rock, Somber Celtic rock ballad with male vocals, low whistle and fiddle over droning pipes and floor toms; verses start intimate with fingerpicked folk guitar and soft bass, chorus surges with crashing cymbals, distorted power chords, and wordless crowd harmonies; bridge pulls instruments back to a single drum and chant, then swells into a final, anthemic refrain that fades into spacious, reverberant silence, somber, ballad, celtic rock