Verse 1 When Starbrow’s word blew down the vale, From Quivin’s peak to Greydog trail, She warned the Hill of sacred might Would fall to Lunar hands by night. The King of Lismelders, grave and wise, Spoke soft beneath the storm-swept skies: “Let those who choose now ride with pride— The tribe shall stay, but not the tide.” Pre-Chorus How can a son of Sartar sleep While Euglyptus fattens, foul and deep? With tax and fire he breaks the land— Rise now, with sword in storming hand! Chorus The Hodrisons have heard the wind, The storm god calls, they ride with him! Steel in hand and heart full sore, They’ll brave the crimson tide of war! Verse 2 Ragnar, newly wed and proud, He kissed his bride beneath the cloud. “I swore to build, to plant, to stay— But Orlanth’s voice won’t fade away.” She wept not once, but stood him tall— “For Sartar’s fight, you heed the call.” Verse 3 Olaus, with his dagger clean, With eyes like slate and speech serene, Said, “Truth alone shall pierce the veil, I’ll see if valor’s blood runs pale.” He felt the pull of death’s dark lore, And joined the march to learn of war. Chorus The Hodrisons have heard the wind, The storm god calls, they ride with him! Steel in hand and heart full sore, They’ll brave the crimson tide of war! Verse 4 Theros the Blue, in painted pride, Danced like a gale at battle’s side. He laughed, “My love shall see me crowned— By glory’s breath, by thunder’s sound!” A name to earn, a storm to chase— To win the right to love her face. Verse 5 Barlos, stout and full of dreams, Spoke low beneath the forest beams: “I speak with ghosts, not swords and flame— But kin go forth—I do the same.” He strapped his axe with heavy breath, And walked with dread toward life or death. Chorus The Hodrisons have heard the wind, The storm god calls, they ride with him! Steel in hand and heart full sore, They’ll brave the crimson tide of war! Verse 6 Yorgi packed his wares and maps, And spoke of trade and market gaps. “A caravan through danger’s route? What brave new deals we may find out!” The rest just stared—but let him come— They’d need his tongue when war was done. Bridge From Snorri’s Stead to Thunder Hill, The wind runs cold, the air is still. But fires are lit in every chest, For Orlanth’s kin shall not know rest. A blood-oath sworn, a kin-oath true— We ride for sky, for earth, for blue! Final Chorus The Hodrisons have heard the wind, The storm god calls, they ride with him! Steel in hand and heart full sore, They’ll brave the crimson tide of war! For Orlanth lives where brave men soar— The Hodrisons go forth to war! Ragnar king without a crown, Olaus the true and Theros the Blue, Mighty Barlos and Yorgi the kind, They answered Sartars call, The hill shall not fall
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