IRON ROOTS & RAVEN BLOOD

[Ritual Intro] By iron root and raven wing, By broken blade and burial ring, We speak no oath our blood won’t keep Wake the muntain. Wake the deep. For every name the snow has held, For every brother ash-compelled, Stand with the lost. Stand with the flame. Honor remembers what death cannot claim. Root to bone Blood to sky No man forgotten No oath dies [Verse 1] North wind cuts like a judge in the dawn, Carves old runes where the warmth is gone. Frost in my beard, black ash on my hands, I was built from storms and buried lands. My father’s silence still rides my spine, His axe-head rusted, but the edge is mine. Every scar got a name I know, Every ghost keeps pace in the falling snow. I don’t pray for an easier road, I shoulder the dark. I carry the load. If the mountain wants blood, let it learn my sound I was born with roots too deep to drown. [Pre-Chorus] Beat the drum. Raise the stone. Call the names Of the ones gone home. If we fall, Let the ravens know We fed the fire And faced the cold. [Chorus] [Huge deep rock-rap hook, gang vocals, guitars snarl, drums stomp hard] Iron roots in the frozen ground, Raven blood when the war drums pound We don’t break when the black skies come, We bite the storm and we drink the thunder. Wolf in the marrow, smoke in the lung, Old gods growl where the dead songs hung. Raise your horn for the lost and found Iron roots don’t bow down. [Verse 2] There’s mead on the oath and mud on the blade, A debt to the dead that the living paid. Winter has teeth, let it bare them wide, We’ve been chewing on grief since the day we arrived. Brothers in circles, shoulders like walls, Laughing at death when the black bird calls. Not because fear never touched our chest But a scared man standing is still one blessed. I’ve seen kings turn soft in gold, Seen poor men burn with a lion’s soul. You want my crown? Come dig through the ice— It’s nailed to my grief and paid for twice. [Pre-Chorus 2] Who are we? The oath still spoken. What are we? The line unbroken. Where do we stand? Where the cold winds bite. What do we guard? The names in the night. [Chorus] Iron roots in the frozen ground, Raven blood when the war drums pound. We don’t break when the black skies come, We bite the storm and we drink the thunder. Wolf in the marrow, smoke in the lung, Old gods growl where the dead songs hung. Raise your horn for the lost and found Iron roots don’t bow down. [Bridge] Stone on the altar, smoke in the hall, Names on the timber, blood on the wall. Not for the glory, not for the throne, We fight so the children inherit a home. Ravens above me, counting the cost, Every black wing remembers the lost. I am not one man swinging a blade— I am every grave that refused to fade. Clay to iron, breath to flame, A body will rot, but it leaves a name. Say it loud when the night gets near Honor is louder than fear. [Ritual Break] By root By blood By oat By flood No feast for cowards. No crown for shame. We enter the dark And return as flame. [Half-time drum hit. Silence.] IRON. ROOTS. RAVEN. BLOOD. [Final Chorus] Iron roots in the frozen ground, Raven blood when the war drums pound. We don’t break when the black skies come, We bite the storm and we drink the thunder. Wolf in the marrow, smoke in the lung, Old gods growl where the dead songs hung. Raise your horn for the lost and found Iron roots don’t bow down. Iron roots in the frozen ground, Raven blood when the war drums pound. For every soul beneath the snow, For every name the ravens know. Raise your horn. Strike the stone. No man forgotten. No blood alone. When the last fire burns and the black wings crown Iron roots don’t bow down. [Outro] Root to bone… Blood to sky… No man forgotten… No oath dies…