[Intro – Cinematic, whispered over distant thunder & howling wind]
In the long hall of forgotten deeds…
The ravens circle, but no one sees…
Odin’s eye closed. The fire dies.
I gave my blood… now watch me bleed.
Yo, I walked the line where the reaper grins,
Shield on my chest, pulled brothers from the brink.
Answered every call, every scream in the night,
Carried the weight while they slept safe and tight.
Family? Ghosts in the rearview mirror,
Friends turned strangers, disappear like fear.
I poured out my soul for the badge and the blade,
Now the same hands I saved throw dirt on my grave.
Empty vessel, rust in the veins,
Echoes of laughter replaced by the pain.
Viking heart in a modern cage,
Battle scars hidden on minimum wage.
They forgot the warrior who stood in the storm,
Now the storm’s in me—twisted, deformed.
FORGOTTEN! (Forgotten!) Blade in the snow!
I served the gods, now the gods let me go!
Empty inside, family ghosts in the wind,
Just trying to make it—where the fuck do I begin?!
RAISE THE AXE! (Raise the axe!) To the sky full of lies!
Blood for the blood that abandoned my eyes!
Industrial rage in this cinematic fall,
I am the chaos… I am the Allfather’s thrall!
Lost the hall, lost the hearth, lost the ring on her hand,
Kids don’t call, just silence across the land.
I was the shield wall, unbreakable frame,
Now I’m the shadow they don’t even name.
Chemical fires in my chest where the hope used to burn,
Visions of Valhalla but I’m stuck in the urn.
They cheered when I charged, now they cross the street,
Forgotten negotiator, no one left to meet.
Industrial grind in my skull like machines,
Ripping out memories, tearing at seams.
Berserker quiet, no glory, no feast,
Just cheap whiskey altars for this fallen priest.
Trying to make it—day by day, breath by breath,
Walking with death while I’m scared of what’s left.
FORGOTTEN! (Forgotten!) Blade in the snow!
I served the gods, now the gods let me go!
Empty inside, family ghosts in the wind,
Just trying to make it—where the fuck do I begin?!
RAISE THE AXE! (Raise the axe!) To the sky full of lies!
Blood for the blood that abandoned my eyes!
Industrial rage in this cinematic fall,
I am the chaos… I am the Allfather’s thrall!
The long dark… where heroes go to die unnamed.
No sagas written. No fires remain.
I hear the ravens laughing, picking at my name.
But something still beats… a war drum in the flame.
(Screamed) I AM STILL HERE!
Even if the world forgot the spear!
FORGOTTEN! BUT I RISE FROM THE ASH!
Blade still sharp through the pain and the crash!
Empty no more—fill it with fury and frost,
Lost everything… now I pay back the cost!
Industrial thunder, cinematic end,
Viking reborn in the heart of the damned!
They can forget my name… but they’ll feel the flame,
When the forgotten warrior screams again!
Trying to make it…
In the hall of the lost…
Odin, are you watching?
…Or have you forgotten too?
