Ragnhildar Gate (wersja 2)

Verse

City gate is made of iron, cold like my mind

Count the skulls behind the bars where the north wind climbs

Every door I open, a family leaves their home

Half the block don't speak to me because they're not from here alone

Said it's blood and greed — that's why we call you beast

Said your name is Ragnhildar, just a word nobody repeats

I built this wall myself in concrete and stone

Walled off every promise that I couldn't own

My brother left the Northland to make his fortune south

Never wrote, never called — said he'd buy another route

I bought the whole streetblock for half of what he's worth

Now every family's rent is less than it cost him on earth

Tell me whose blood runs deeper in this frozen ground

Mine or his, I don't need to look around

Pre-Chorus

So tell the city gate that Nordvale holds the weight

Not one man's name — it's what they call the blade

Chorus

Gate of Ragnhildar stands where the cold meets the gold

Every hand that tries to cross gets counted, not told

Blood of this gate isn't mine alone

It's the ground beneath your boots, and you're already home

Verse 2

Said it's fear — they whisper through the mail slot door

Said my name is a sword point cutting open every door

They forget that I'm the son who stayed behind

I built this gate before he had a dime to find

The old gatekeeper was weak, so I replaced him stone for stone

Built a wall in one month, nothing left undone

They call it hate — I call it holding what's mine

Every soul that passes through still pays the fine

A farmer came begging once for food and shelter too

I gave him work instead of charity, said he'd prove it true

He built a warehouse door by the third snowfall night

Now his business feeds half this streetlight — that's my light

Pre-Chorus

So tell the city gate that Nordvale holds the weight

Not one man's name — it's what they call the blade

Chorus

Gate of Ragnhildar stands where the cold meets the gold

Every hand that tries to cross gets counted, not told

Blood of this gate isn't mine alone

It's the ground beneath your boots, and you're already home

Bridge

I built it for myself — they all ended up inside

Built a city out of anger, now I'm guarding what I've got with pride

Every hand that leaves still owes a debt to stone

I keep the gate for the one who never made it home

Outro

Gate of Ragnhildar stands when every other door closes tight

Mine isn't hate — it's history written in frost and ice