A Clash Under the Northern Wind

[Music by Throllv/Hravn, lyrics by Throllv] Beyond the borders of the world A realm so vast and dark Frozen hills under sheer white smoke The enemy cower at the sight of our mark Our bloodline wears the cloak of the night Ice runs through our veins United we stand here to fight Finally it has come to this day In the North I'll die I am the warden of the North I protect and guard the land As they harbor under the mountain fort Cast to black, as they die by my hand A frozen world remains unseen to man Beyond the known, past space and time An ancient world drowns on turning tides A frozen world remains unseen Burn, burn them down! Burning fires, raining blood On obsidian soil the fallen ones lie on frozen mud As the night grows cold [Instrumental] Burning fires, raining blood On obsidian soil the fallen ones lie on frozen mud I rise, I fly over white lands and misty river beds With blood hot rage I'll give rise to a plague Yonder hollow time A land of ice and rime [Instrumental] The frozen world echoes unheard Beyond the known, past space and time A quivering universe The world drowns on turning tides Night sky fires testifies to the coming battle On the blackest of night Bear witness to the slaughter of cattle With blood hot rage I'll give rise to a plague Yonder hollow time A land of ice and rime Earthquake trembling Chaos ascending Beyond the known, past space and time A raging universe A kingdom in cold by the kings of old Rising banners testifies the great clash is here On the blackest of night we ride to battle, we know no fear! With blood hot rage I'll give rise to a plague Yonder hollowness A land of the ageless [Instrumental] In the shadow of the raventhrone In the shadow of the night [Repeat 2x] In the shadow of the night Rip out my heart Crush my bones Burn my flesh Set fire to all I am Set fire to all I've been Under a blood red sky I open my eyes Our enemy's scattering all over the fields My battle axe is their bane The northern wind sings loudly now At our foes defeat I am the warden of the North A son of the nights black sheet Don’t come! You’ll run! From the Norsemen High above in the golden halls Begone! Succumb! By the Northwind Long gone chants are once again sung [Solo: Throllv/Both/Hravn]

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025