|
Somewhere within the darkest moors |
|
Between black cliffs like the devil's teeth |
|
A child was born with a warrior's heart |
|
Son of the stars, of ice and flame |
|
He marches with pride in his every step |
|
With an iron will and a mind sharp as a demon blade |
|
But darkness builds up in his mind |
|
As a cold breeze moves across the sky |
|
In battle sworn to die |
|
He unsheathes the blade with fire in his eyes |
|
Warrior soul blazes through the land of frost and snow |
|
His pagan heart and flesh built to endure the cold |
|
Warrior soul to the death against all foes he fights |
|
He's born under the northern lights |
|
Deep within the shadows of the woods |
|
Among the beasts that dwell in the darkness |
|
A child was born |
|
A daughter of the night and the rising moon |
|
She runs like the wind |
|
And in her heart she carries the secret powers of the elders |
|
But darkness builds up in her mind |
|
As a cold breeze moves across the sky |
|
In battle sworn to die |
|
She unsheathes the blade with fire in her eyes |
|
Warrior soul blazes through the land of frost and snow |
|
Her pagan heart and flesh built to endure the cold |
|
Warrior soul to the death against all foes she fights |
|
She's born under the northern lights |
|
In the dark we must find our own way |
|
Though we know the winding path leads to the grave |
|
Still battles left to fight |
|
We must keep our pride until the end of time |
|
Warrior souls blazing through the land of frost and snow |
|
Our pagan hearts and flesh built to endure the cold |
|
Warrior souls unto the death against all foes we fight |
|
We're born under the northern lights |
