Prince Fenrir (Second Son of Thunder)

Second son in a crown of storms

Hand-me-down mail

Rust on the thorns

Howl in my blood that I’m told to hide

Chain on my name

But it burns inside

They feast in gold

I sharpen my scars

Tracing my fate in the shape of the stars

I am the fang behind the throne

Prince Fenrir

Born of stone

Taught to bow

But I break that mold

I’ll carve my saga in shattered gold

(hey)

Sing my name through ice and fire

Second son

First in desire

Council halls filled with hollow oaths

Wine on their lips

Ash in their cloaks

I see the cracks in their painted skies

Wolf in the wings with the hunter’s eyes

I kiss the edge where the fjord goes black

One more step and there’s no way back

I am the fang behind the throne

Prince Fenrir

Born of stone

Taught to bow

But I break that mold

I’ll carve my saga in shattered gold

(woah)

Sing my name through ice and fire

Second son

First in desire

Let the ravens circle

Let the old gods stare

If they fear my shadow

I was never theirs

Tear the script from the keeper’s hand

I’ll raise my banner on forbidden land

I am the fang behind the throne

Prince Fenrir

Cut from stone

Raised in chains

But I bit through cold

Now my saga’s sung in iron and gold

(hey, hey)

Shout my name through ice and fire

Second son

Crown me with desire

Born in the shadow of the winter sun

Wolf-blood burning in a boy too young

Iron in his hands

Ash on his tongue

He learned every omen

Every old song

Prince Fenrir

Future king of Juri

Raised by storm

Carved out of fury

Howl at the sky

Let the old ways ring

Prince Fenrir

Crown made of midnight and spring

They whispered warnings in the mead-halls dark

"Guard your daughters

Guard your hearts"

He walked like a question through the fjordside fog

Found his faith in the teeth of the northern god

Prince Fenrir

Future king of Juri

Raised by storm

Carved out of fury

Howl at the sky

Let the old ways ring

Prince Fenrir

Crown made of midnight and spring

[Drums drop to a pounding march

Low chant rising]

One day the ravens will circle his name

Stone will remember

Fire will proclaim

From broken borders to the glacier rim

The land will answer when it calls to him (hey!)

Prince Fenrir

Future king of Juri

Raised by storm

Carved out of fury

Howl at the sky

Let the old ways ring

Prince Fenrir

Crown made of midnight and spring

Prince Fenrir

Hear the valley sing