Bjorniðs Kviða (versión 2)

Verse

I was born from the breath of the bear that I became

Frost on my tongue where a name used to be

Now the only blood is what it's taken from me

Skarabrandr the old one told me how to stand tall

Carry the weight so the pack can walk through the fall

I do not remember the life that came before the fight

Every step I take lights up another black night

The wind in my fur and a drum that never stops

This is what it means to let go of every drop

Pre-Chorus

Feel the floor give way underneath me now

The weight I carry keeps the pack from falling down

I rise with the wolves — they rise on the breath that I blow

Let the mountain crack open so we can see where to go

Chorus

Bjorniðs Kviða — the song of bear and blood

Growl at the top of my voice till the whole forest is good

I do not need a name when the ground already knows me well

This is how the wild finds its own anthem, I can tell

Verse 2

I walked through the ravine where they found out what it means to roar

Every tree on that hill was singing for more

The water runs cold but the fire still burns deep down in the chest

This isn't a lesson — this is how the wild already exists

Frost on my fur and the sun coming up slow over a mountain range

Every scar I carry is just proof of another place I've learned to stand

Let the thunder shake every window, let it shatter the glass we were made from —

This is not a test — this is how all true kings learn to roar

Pre-Chorus

Feel the ground rise up underneath me now

The weight that I carry keeps the pack from falling down

I rise with the wolves — they rise on the breath that I blow

Let the mountain crack open so we can see where to go

Chorus

Bjorniðs Kviða — the song of bear and blood

Growl at the top of my voice till the whole forest is good

I do not need a name when the ground already knows me well

This is how the wild finds its own anthem, I can tell

Bridge

Perhaps this is what it means to let go of every drop

Maybe the name was never mine in the first place — maybe that's just a word

The pack doesn't ask who you were before the roar — they just know it now

The only thing left behind at the bottom of the ravine is truth

Outro

Bjorniðs Kviða — the song of bear and blood

Growl at the top of my voice till the whole forest is good

I do not need a name when the ground already knows me well

This is how the wild finds its own anthem, I can tell