Anahata - The Spirit of the North

The violent winds
Hear the roar of the horn and yield to its battle call
Violent winds
Their conceit must rescind

Breathe in the cold
Hear the beat of their feet resemble a thunder-growl
Breathe in the cold
Our fate was foretold

Here do we stand
On the precipice of our doom calling out our
Forefathers' names
Let our glory be claimed

With our axes in hand
Fearless blood in our veins reminds us of who we are
Children of gods
Flawless forms of the flawed

Craggy peaks surround us like a womb
Elden frozen mystery courts us to our tomb
Let our blood be nourishment for trees
And the spirit of the north course through us with ease
As death we seize

Sacred our way
For the gods have we praised and by them have we been raised
Sacred our way
Unfettered we pray

Foe-men beware
For the fortune we crave is splendour within our grave
Foe-men beware
Recoiling in fear

Here did we stand
On the precipice of their doom calling out our
Allfather's name
Our glory's been claimed

With our spoils in hand
Craven blood on our skins reminds us of who we are
Children of fjords
Born and reared by the sword

Craggy peaks surround us like a womb
Elden frozen mystery courts us to our tomb
Let our blood be nourishment for trees
And the spirit of the north course through us with ease
As death we seize

Craggy peaks surround us like a womb
(Violent winds howl soon)
Elden frozen mystery courts us to our tomb
(Summon the gods and seers to)
Let our blood be nourishment for trees
(Crucible of awe)
And the spirit of the north course through us with ease
(Revelation)
As death we seize