The Fjord As high as cliffs, as cold as frozen seas A starry night with mountain breeze Rushing waves and drowning tides In rugged caves where darkness hides A beat of drums while Autumn breaks The clash of swords as the world shakes Dreams of sailing to new lands As lighting hits skies, blood soaks the sand Stories, legends, of a northern battle cry Their spirits soar in midnight skies Echoes of glory, celebrations and feasts These halls filled with murderous beasts Winds of might, and thunder’s roar Followed by nothing but unnecessary war Pain will find another way And only when memory finds it’s day Snow and frost at the gates With no time, there goes our fate The flames no longer give light Blinded by vengeance with every sight Across these streaming tides we gaze No home, no guidance, fear always stays Death sweeps our pale faces The heart slowly rotting, but forever races With ash, and heaven’s air In these depths, only comes despair Of stone, of shallow grounds Broken ruins where kings were crowned Into naked woods, a song of greed Where fallen sons, fathers, husbands bleed Their presence always remains All those dreams fall, like this rain As we march, those voices will live on We wait for the next, devastating dawn Forever home, we run towards A winter’s dream, of our Fjords