Raven's Oath

Intro

(Skál!) Raise the horn to the thunder

(Skál!) Hooves of the dead split the tundra

Hu-ha! (Hu-ha!)

The wolf-age is coming...

Verse 1

Cold iron in the grip where the frost bites the marrow,

Huginn and Muninn cut the wind with my arrow.

Whale-road at my back as we thread through the narrow,

I plant the dead kings, leave 'em cold in the barrow.

Raised on the wound-sea, weaned on the slaughter,

Shield-brother beside me — we don't kneel, we don't falter.

Carnyx in the fog like a god clearing his throat (uh),

Fenrir slip the chain when the Norns cut the quota.

Pre-Chorus

Sound the lur, let the frozen valley quake, (quake!)

Every frostbitten god in the dark stay awake.

Hammer to the shield — that's the oath that we make,

Valhalla open wide for the souls that we take.

Chorus

We ride for the raven, we die for the crown (die for the crown!)

Burn the whole longship, drag the cold sun down (drag it down!)

Shield-wall, blood-wall, frost on the ground (uh!)

Skál to the fallen — hear the war-horns sound! (Hu-ha!)

Verse 2

I write my whole saga where the snow's turning red,

The raven-feeder honors every oath that I said.

Mjölnir in the storm splitting sky overhead,

I cross the wound-sea on a bridge of the dead.

Nine realms shudder when I'm planting my standard,

Gungnir never strays — I'm the storm you can't handle.

Frost-giants topple and the mountain's dismantled,

Their whole bloodline burns to a wick and a candle.

Pre-Chorus

Sound the lur, let the frozen valley quake, (quake!)

Every frostbitten god in the dark stay awake.

Hammer to the shield — that's the oath that we make,

Valhalla open wide for the souls that we take.

Chorus

We ride for the raven, we die for the crown (die for the crown!)

Burn the whole longship, drag the cold sun down (drag it down!)

Shield-wall, blood-wall, frost on the ground (uh!)

Skál to the fallen — hear the war-horns sound! (Hu-ha!)

Bridge

When the great wolf swallows the sun, (oh-oh)

And the final horn is rung, (oh-oh)

We don't run, we don't run —

Every saga's gotta come undone.

The Norns spun my thread out of iron and ash,

Meet me in the gold hall when the nine worlds crash. (Skál!)

Chorus

We ride for the raven, we die for the crown (die for the crown!)

Burn the whole longship, drag the cold sun down (drag it down!)

Shield-wall, blood-wall, frost on the ground (uh!)

Skál to the fallen — hear the war-horns sound! (Hu-ha!)

Outro

(Skál!) To the fallen, to the frost, to the flame,

(Skál!) Carve it deep so the stone keeps the name.

Hu-ha! (Hu-ha!)

The wolf-age remains...