Hear the iron wind the world splits and knows our name, ravens count the corpses; we strike and feed the flame. Cold salt on our lips, the sea spits out the doomed, We swear the ashen oath the gods will bleed and swoon.
Black water spits the moon, the fjord is a wound, oarbeats like hammers the night sings like rune. Keel splits the silence, prow cuts the bone. Silver frost on leather, the sky a thundered throne. Chains rattle like warnings, trumpets forged in ice. Sails soaked in mourning — the world will pay the price.
Storm-born legions, frozen hearts of flame. We are the hammer’s shadow, we are the nameless shame.
Raise the ashen oath thunder in our hands, break the sky with steel crown the shore in ash and sand. Hear the raven's verdict, let the old fires wake. We ride the blackened tide the world will shake.
Frost on our beards, eyes like coal lit graves. Axes wreathe the dawn, the gulls cry like slaves. Bones sing like bellows when the anvils of war ring. We grind the dawn to embers, to the wolf god we bring. Blood on the prow a salt-stitched hymn of doom. Mountains split like temples beneath our iron plume.
Raise the ashen oath thunder in our hands, break the sky with steel, crown the shore in ash and sand. Hear the raven's verdict, let the old fires wake. We ride the blackened tide the world will shake.
Runes scratch truth in blood, words burn on the lip, the gods have turned their faces cold is their grip. Fire on the pyre, a crown forged from graves, we carve our names in night, slaves to no man's graves. Hear the horn of Fenrir tear the heavens wide, his howl splits the ages, swallowing the tide.
Stone cracks beneath his thunder, mountains bow and break, our oath is teeth and iron — we rise for ruin's sake.
Heathen_AJ
