(Verse 1) Steel rings out like thunder’s kin, Shield-wall cracks where wolves begin. Laughing loud through blood and dust, A blade sings high—it sings for us. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, the gods lean down to see, Who will stand? Who will bleed? Every wound a story told, Every scar a thread of gold. (Chorus) Let the ravens crown the slain, Let the storm drink up our pain! We are wild, we are free, Drenched in fire, drunk on glee! No grave shall hold our names— Only echoes, only flames! (Verse 2) Frost-bit hands grip axes tight, Dawn breaks red—we love the fight. Sword-hilt worn with fingers’ creed, Life is short, but death is freed. (Bridge) Do you hear it? That old song— Iron clashing, screaming long. Not for gold, not for land, But to die with sword in hand! (Verse 3) Sea-winds howl like widows’ cries, Yet we grin with bloodshot eyes. Odin’s breath is in our lungs, Fate’s a jest—we die as young. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, the gods lean down to see, Who will stand? Who will bleed? Every wound a story told, Every scar a thread of gold. (Chorus) Let the ravens crown the slain, Let the storm drink up our pain! We are wild, we are free, Drenched in fire, drunk on glee! No grave shall hold our names— Only echoes, only flames! (Verse 4) Moonlit waves bear ships of dread, Ghosts ride high on spearpoints spread. If the Valkyries call tonight, Kiss the steel and meet them right. (Bridge) Do you hear it? That old song— Iron clashing, screaming long. Not for gold, not for land, But to die with sword in hand! (Outro) Ash to ash and dust to dust, All men end—but *live* we must! So raise the horns, let the pyres climb, We’ll feast in hell—one last time!
