[Intro: War drums and atmospheric build] [Tribal drumming echoing through mist] [Ravens calling in the distance] [Verse 1: The first great victory] I remember when the ravens flew Over fields of crimson dew Odin's whispers in my ear Tyr's blessing on my spear At Stamford Bridge we carved our name In blood and steel and endless fame Young and strong, we felt no fear The gods themselves were standing near [Verse 2: The brotherhood lost] But seasons turned and brothers fell Bjorn at Uppsala, Ragnar's yell Cut short by Saxon steel and stone Now I stand here all alone Eir's healing touch felt so divine When death would never cross the line Thor's hammer guided every blow In the days I used to know [Chorus: The lament of the forgotten] Where are the gods that walked beside us? Where are the songs of victory? The halls are empty, fires dying No one remembers what we used to be I am the last to hold the memory Of when the old ways still rang true Now churches rise where temples stood And I'm forgotten too [Verse 3: The final great battle] Hastings field, that cursed ground Where Norman horns made bitter sound My last great charge, my final stand With dying breath and bloodied hand The Christian cross replaced our runes Beneath those pale October moons The old gods turned their faces away That dark and godforsaken day [Bridge: Bitter reflection] They call me heathen, call me damned For following the old command But I have walked with gods of war And tasted glory's ancient lore These soft men pray to gentle Christ While I remember sacrifice The price of honor, blood and steel When gods and mortals both were real [Chorus: The lament grows stronger] Where are the gods that walked beside us? Where are the songs of victory? The halls are empty, fires dying No one remembers what we used to be I am the last to hold the memory Of when the old ways still rang true Now churches rise where temples stood And I'm forgotten too [Verse 4: Preparing for the final journey] But hear me now, you gentle fools Who traded axes for your tools When death comes calling for this shell I'll feast in Odin's golden hall With brothers fallen long ago Where mead and battle-glory flow The ravens wait to guide me home No more shall I walk alone [Outro: War drums fading to silence] [Distant horn call] [Ravens cawing] The last warrior remembers [Silence] © 2025 Ande Records Lyrics by Ande All rights reserved. https://ande-records.se/
