(Verse 1) The ravens whisper where the longboats creep, Salt-stung lips and the sword-song deep. I carved my name in the oak and the tide, Now the North Star bleeds where the Valkyries ride. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, the mead runs black with the weight of the slain, Every shield-wall crack is a god’s own refrain. (Chorus) I am the storm in the iron dawn, The howl at the gates when the weak are gone. The tide may rise, but the wolf won’t drown— I’ll burn your heaven to the ground! (Verse 2) The frost-bit steel in my fist still sings, Of golden halls and fallen kings. The wolf at my heels knows the scent of the fight, And the sea’s just a grave dressed in silver moonlight. (Bridge) The gods can keep their golden lies, I’ll take the dark and the fire’s eyes. When the last horn sounds and the banner’s torn, You’ll remember the oath—and the blade I was sworn. (Chorus) I am the storm in the iron dawn, The howl at the gates when the weak are gone. The tide may rise, but the wolf won’t drown— I’ll burn your heaven to the ground! (Outro) So gather your dead where the black sails groan, I’ll meet you there—in the blood and the bone. The ravens call… and the wind is my throne.
