THE HALLS OF RAVNHEIM The Legacy of Cynravn Ohhh... Ohhh... Gather around the sacred flame... And hear the tale of an ancient name... Our fathers told of darker days, Of burning homes and endless raids. When winter took the last of hope, And broken hearts were left to roam. Then from the storm a warrior came, With raven wings and a fearless name. He offered shelter, bread, and stone, And built a place we'd call our own. OH RAVNHEIM! OUR SACRED LAND! FOREVER UNITED, TOGETHER WE STAND! THROUGH WINTER'S COLD AND SUMMER'S FLAME, WE SING THE GLORY OF CYNRAVN'S NAME! LET THE HORNS SOUND! LET THE FIRES RISE! OUR HOME SHALL LIVE BENEATH THE SKIES! THOUGH YEARS MAY PASS AND KINGDOMS FALL, THE HALLS OF RAVNHEIM SHALL STAND TALL! He built no throne of stolen gold, But halls where every soul had hope. Where children laughed and elders sang, And through the night the anvils rang. He taught us strength was not in war, But what our shields were fighting for. For every life, for every friend, For those we'd guard until the end. And when the children ask his name, We point toward the sacred flame. The ravens circle overhead, Above the paths our fathers tread. His sword may rest, his wars be done, But still his spirit leads us on. For every heart beneath this sky, His legacy shall never die. OH RAVNHEIM! OUR SACRED LAND! FOREVER UNITED, TOGETHER WE STAND! THROUGH WINTER'S COLD AND SUMMER'S FLAME, WE SING THE GLORY OF CYNRAVN'S NAME! LET THE HORNS SOUND! LET THE FIRES RISE! OUR HOME SHALL LIVE BENEATH THE SKIES! THOUGH YEARS MAY PASS AND KINGDOMS FALL, THE HALLS OF RAVNHEIM SHALL STAND TALL! RAVNHEIM! RAVNHEIM! OUR HOME! OUR HEART! OUR FLAME! CYNRAVN! CYNRAVN! FOREVER LIVES HIS NAME! For kingdoms fade... And warriors rest... But legends live... In those they blessed.
