[Verse 1 — Slow, Ritual & Melodic] Beneath the cliffs where the cold winds roam, I walked the shore that once was home. The waves whisper names I used to know, Carved in the stones, lost long ago. Salt in the air, in my trembling breath— A taste of life, a taste of death. [Pre-Chorus — Rising, with drums + guitar swell] Through frost and flame, I carry on, A shadow’s weight, a distant song. [Chorus — Melodic Viking Rock Hymn] Oh, the salt of the Northern Sea Flows in my blood, keeps calling me. Through storms that rise, through worlds undone, I stand my ground until we’re one. Salt of the Northern Sea— Guide my soul, set me free. [Verse 2 — Doom Shade, Ritual Tension] The ravens cry on the iron air, As if they guard the memories there. Broken shields in the drifting sand, Ghosts of the war that shaped this land. The tide pulls hard like a living chain— A rhythm fed by ancient pain. [Pre-Chorus — Ritual Call & Response] We walk the path the old ones tread, With silent prayers for all the dead. [Chorus — Bigger, Wider, More Ancestral] Oh, the salt of the Northern Sea Flows in my blood, keeps calling me. Through storms that rise, through worlds undone, I stand my ground until we’re one. Salt of the Northern Sea— Guide my soul, set me free. [Bridge — Pure Halldór’s Bones Ritual Section] (Deep throat chants, slow drums, distant horn) Ohhh—rísa, rísa… Ohhh—eldr… fjara… The world-tree shakes beneath our feet, As sea and sky in darkness meet. [Final Chorus — Doom + Rock + Ritual Choir Combined] Oh, the salt of the Northern Sea— A crown of frost, a destiny. When the final wave comes down on me, I’ll rise again with the Northern Sea. Salt of the Northern Sea… Forever runs in me. (Ends with fading horn + crashing wave + deep drum.)
