sons of the northern snow.

Verse 1

By the flicker of the flame I sit,
Old timber walls my shadowed wit.
The wind it howls o’er frozen fjord,
And tales of men and gods are stored.

Chorus
Sing, oh heart, of battles won,
Of storm-tossed seas and rising sun.
Raise the horn, let the firelight glow,
For we are the sons of the northern snow.

Verse 2
Longships sailed through ice and mist,
With sword in hand, none could resist.
Odin watched from halls on high,
While Valkyries danced across the sky.

Chorus
Sing, oh heart, of battles won,
Of storm-tossed seas and rising sun.
Raise the horn, let the firelight glow,
For we are the sons of the northern snow.

Bridge:
Hear the wolf cry under moonlit night,
Feel the hammer’s strike, the fearless fight.
Ancestors whisper, their voices strong,
In firelight, we remember their song.

Final Chorus:
Sing, oh heart, of battles won,
Of storm-tossed seas and rising sun.
Raise the horn, let the firelight glow,
For we are the sons of the northern snow.
sons of the northern snow.

A rugged, epic storytelling voice of a lone warrior recounting battles, journeys, and legends. Simple, vivid language