Blood and Frost on my Knife (wersja 2)

Verse

At dawn the cold comes in like a fist on steel

Rime is building up like my brother's debt to tell

I walk among the trees where the wild ones used to run

Blood on my knife and frost on the wind that don't give up none

Svartalfs are watching from their dens in the dark

Waiting for us to slip so they can take back their mark

But I know what it takes to keep this land alive

Ride hard, ride cold, cut through where the wolves divide

Pre-Chorus

I've been riding these mountains since the sun came up red

My horse and my blade against every head that's bred

To take from me what's mine or hold me down in their pack

Watch them tremble when I show 'em what a son of the North can pack

Chorus

Blood on the blade, frost on the wind

We ride hard where the wild things give in

I don't fear no shadow that walks in the night

I'll carve out this mountain with every fight

Blood on the blade, frost on the wind

This land is mine and I won't let go until it's done

Verse

The ravens are calling like they own the place

But we came back for this — to claim what's in my face

My brother lies at our feet with a wound so wide open

I told him when I left: don't come back unless you've won it

But he rode anyway, through the storm and the dark

Told me the Svartalfs were gathering like a swarm

Pre-Chorus

They think they can take this from us — that we'll fold to their will

But every drop of my brother's blood on this mountain still makes me drill

Into what it takes to keep this land free and wild

Till every shadow knows not to cross me, child by child

Chorus

Blood on the blade, frost on the wind

We ride hard where the wild things give in

I don't fear no shadow that walks in the night

I'll carve out this mountain with every fight

Blood on the blade, frost on the wind

This land is mine and I won't let go until it's done

Verse

Now he's lying here by the fire so still and bright

Told me to promise him: keep his spirit in flight

Don't let them take this from us — don't let them win our ground

I swear on my knife and my heart that I'll ride till I'm underground

And when the ravens come, I'll be waiting for them at the gate

With a blade so sharp they won't even know their names are late

Pre-Chorus

This is what it means to be born from these mountains so steep

To carry every loss like a wound we all keep

But also this — that we don't back down when things turn cold

We take the darkness and make it our own, I'm told

Bridge

Sometimes it's not about winning or losing in the end

It's about how you stand while the world around you bends

My brother may be gone but his spirit still runs deep

In every blade that we sharpen to carve out this place and keep

Chorus

Blood on the blade, frost on the wind

We ride hard where the wild things give in

I don't fear no shadow that walks in the night

I'll carve out this mountain with every fight

Blood on the blade, frost on the wind

This land is mine and I won't let go until it's done

Outro