[Intro] Grey hills Wet stone Smoke on the heather A name on the wind [Verse 1] Born from the peat and the storm Last of the line Bran Mak Morn Crow’s eye watching the border Blood in the mud Holding order Old men mutter by the firelight “Kings fall fast in the wolf-night” He just sharpens iron in the dark Every spark a vow [Chorus] Bran Mak Morn Raise that broken crown From the moss and thorn You will not bow down Ancient oaths Branded in your skin Bran Mak Morn Let the war begin [Verse 2] Roman steel on the marching road Silvered flags under sky like coal They laugh at ghosts in the valleys He waits where the ravens rally Painted stones Hidden blades in the bracken Soft earth swallowing every sandal that’s cracking He knows every root Every river Every bone “This land is my flesh You march on my own” [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Remember your fathers Buried without crowns Remember their stories Trampled into ground [whispered vocals] You’re the last cold ember Of a drowned Lost age Either burn this forest Or die in its cage [crescendo] [Chorus]
