Verse 1: Beneath the Skyforge, a land of dust and ash, a broken lair. Denmark stands alone, a warrior's stare, His blade notched, worn, a tale of slaughtered fare. Pre-Chorus: Leather and bone, his armor creaks, worn through battles fierce and bleak. Three days he roamed, a scout, a lone streak, Tracking foes, his vengeance to speak. Chorus: In this Hearthland, where the winds do keen, A flayed beast's cry, a broken dream. Denmark fights, a savage hymn, Against the evil, in the canyon dim. Verse 2: The juveniles prowl, faces smeared with ash, Their talons glint, a deadly flash. Poan survivors, axes low, a desperate dash, Denmark charges, a roar that tears the ash. Bridge: His sword meets flesh, a crimson arc, Blood paints the earth, a brutal mark. Three down, three to go, a savage spark, Victory pulses, a savage spark. Chorus: In this Hearthland, where the winds do keen, A flayed beast's cry, a broken dream. Denmark fights, a savage hymn, Against the evil, in the canyon dim. Verse 3: A giant rises, ten feet of rage, Its eyes burn yellow, a hungry gaze. The beast lunges, claws rake his leg, Leather rips, flesh splits, a stinging beg. Bridge: Denmark staggers, blood pools in the dust, His sword thrusts high, aiming for its lust. With a roar, he drives his dagger deep, Piercing through its jaw, a final leap. Chorus: In this Hearthland, where the winds do keen, A flayed man's cry, a broken dream. Denmark fights, a savage hymn, Against the evil, in the canyon dim. Outro: Beneath the Skyforge’s relentless glare, Denmark lies, a thousand yards his stare. His leg a ruin, a shredded fare, But his spirit burns, a fiery flare.
