Frost and Thunder

Boots on the blackened stone

Breath like a pale white ghost

Salt from the northern foam

Stings where the wind cuts close

Burn marks on beaten shields

Stories carved into the steel

I carry every scar I own

Like teeth on a broken wheel

Frost and thunder

Hear the old world roar

I was born

In the break of the storm

Frost and thunder

In my blood and bone

I stand tall

Where the wild winds call me home

Ale in a broken horn

Laugh in the tavern smoke

We sing of the days unborn

Daring the dark to choke

Ravens above my head

Circle the frozen pine

I walk with the restless dead

They march in my shadow line

Frost and thunder

Hear the old world roar

I was born

In the break of the storm

Frost and thunder

In my blood and bone

I stand tall

Where the wild winds call me home

Raise your voice

Let the sky crack open (hey!)

Stamp your feet

Till the earth gives way

If the night

Tries to steal our fire

We will howl

Till it dies at day

Frost and thunder

Hear the old world roar

I was born

In the break of the storm

Frost and thunder

In my blood and bone

I stand tall

Where the wild winds call me home