[Intro][Spoken] They told me, "Leave the old gods buried." I answered, "Truth don't rot." If wisdom has a price to pay, Then pay it. Give your shot. --- [Verse 1] I wasn't born with silver words, I learned them brick by brick. Every scar became a lesson, Every wound became the script. Found no throne beneath my feet, Only roads that tested soul. Every mile I chose with honor Carved another runic role. I don't preach for empty claps, Don't chase crowns or flashing lights. I'm just one more voice reminding Honor lives in daily fights. Every oath is iron forged, Every promise carries weight. A man decides who he becomes, He doesn't blame his fate. --- [Chorus] I carve these runes upon the mic, Not for fame, but what is right. If my voice can light one fire, Then the old ways still burn bright. Raise your head and stand your ground. Let your actions speak your name. When the silence writes your story, Leave behind an honest flame. --- [Verse 2] One eye traded, wisdom gained, Nothing worthy comes for free. Every choice becomes a carving In the trunk of Yggdrasil's tree. I have watched the loud men vanish, Boasts dissolved like morning mist. But the quiet hand that keeps its word Leaves a mark the years can't twist. No gold buys a faithful brother. No throne grants a fearless heart. Character is built in darkness Long before the banners start. So I carry old traditions Through a world that moves too fast. Not because I'm trapped in yesterday, But because some truths will last. --- [Bridge] The ravens fly above us still. They watch the lies, they watch the brave. Every step becomes a memory. Every choice becomes a grave. So choose the road that lets your children Speak your name without disguise. That is how a soul keeps living, Long after the body dies. --- [Final Chorus] I carve these runes upon the mic, Not for glory, not for gold. I'm just adding one more chapter To a story centuries old. Raise your horn and raise your voice. Stand with honor through the night. If the old gods hear us listening, We'll keep their fire burning bright. [Outro][Spoken] No empty words. No borrowed faith. Just steady hands... and runes on the mic.
