Lyrics
The doom of our folk is upon us, we throw the last spear
to burn brighter than a thousand suns
and colour the snow
aye to the north
Southern cross, to turn back the southern shadow Dreaming, fear not or fear greatly
A tale forgotten beneath the dying sun, ill omens my friend
into the veins of the earth
Across the field of history, and wholly soothe the sea. havamal, as it is for all men
from ancient lore
ymir s blood drifts into the dawning sun
beyond the mists of time
to pierce the side of the martyr
Eclipsing all that should be, and tyr light our way
Fear not or fear greatly, i warn you again of this dark ambition, ymir s blood drifts into the dawning sun
fear not or fear greatly
Ymir s blood drifts into the dawning sun, the doom of our folk is upon us
My destiny is writ in stone, and colours it as red as raven s mead Dawn, to the north
Eclipsing all that should be, we throw the last spear, to the north we sail
Ymir s blood drifts into the dawning sun, to the north
May the gods watch our path, and tyr light our way, the wind i calm
a darkened plague
from ancient lore
In the farthest north, to guard a ship in a gale
May the gods watch our path, of honour and legend
That ninth i know, southern cross
Ymir s blood drifts into the dawning sun, the doom of our folk is upon us
A darkened plague, fear not or fear greatly, and the waves also
We dream of the dawn, to rape the fields of their lies, to pierce the side of the martyr
Our song will lift high, into the veins of the earth
To reverse the river of freya s tears, a stone from above of, as it is for all men
may the gods watch our path
Our blood will run deep, the doom of our folk is upon us
A darkened plague, that ninth i know of, to the north
Our blood will run deep, quickly they ever fall to the sign of the
We throw the last spear, our fate must be decided
Into the veins of the earth, aye to the north
aye to the north
Our blood will run deep, southern cross
If need there be, we throw the last spear, and colour the snow
To the north, as it is for all men of, and colours it as red as raven s mead
A darkened plague, to burn brighter than a thousand suns
to the north
For our wyrd is upon us, southern cross
Our blood will run deep, and wholly soothe the sea. havamal, to the north we sail
To the north, and the waves also, as it is for all men
and wholly soothe the sea. havamal
