Hammer of the Thunder God AI : Young Ironside (Album version)

[Verse 1] So the stories go Berno ruled the waves He sailed them all the way to Dorestad Where he came to stay One of many Danes Who the sagas say Were all the younger sons of their fathers Kings who couldn't keep them at bay So they took to the sea Left their fathers' land They all met their fate in some foreign place And we remember them as The Last Sons The Last Sons You were born with a ship in the fjord I send you away for a larger one I send you to fame And I am already with you in my heart We will meet again in Valhalla [Chorus] After Ragnar became king You were a ghost on his shore Exiled by the sea Heart still banging on his door After Ragnar took that throne He carved you out of his dream Sent you chasing bloody dawn Where the waves erase your name and scream Steel in the doorway Boot prints in the hall Ragnar's eyes like winter "You must leave it all" [Verse 2] Björn raised the sail from the Jutland shore Cold spray on his beard Shields like a row of burning suns All hungry for foreign fields Björn left Denmark with a restless fleet Carved his name where the rivers meet Iron on water Thunder and flame Up the Seine they remember his name Sigtrygg waiting where the tides turned slow Eyes sharp as a drawn blade Oaths traded soft over salted bread Then the quiet plans were laid Up that winding Silver road Past vineyards and stone walls Oars kept time like a war drum’s heart While the shorebirds called [Bridge] They took their loot they took their gold Stories of their terror told West Francia would never be the same Engraved in history their name Champagne mud drinks deep of red Where the Frankish spears and axes fed Bald Charles stands amidst the smoke But the northern spine remains unbroke The rivers run thick with the slain Blood-tide rising through the rain Charles claims a hollow win While the Northmen gather breath again [Chorus] After Ragnar became king You were a ghost on his shore Exiled by the sea Heart still banging on his door After Ragnar took that throne He carved you out of his dream Sent you chasing bloody dawn Where the waves erase your name and scream Steel in the doorway Boot prints in the hall Ragnar's eyes like winter "You must leave it all" [Outro] Fire on the horizon line Shattered glass and soured wine A tactical retreat into the mist The Viking fist is still a fist The fleet regroups on the tide Nowhere for the King to hide The embers of Francia glow Waiting for the coming snow