Sovngarde Song 2016

From the mists of the mountains, a deafening call
Bellows down over the plains
On a host of battle-worn ears it will fall
Pushing out through the thunder and rain

These men of the North, they have suffered too long
The anger it swells in their veins
Of the spirited roars of lost warriors' songs
Distant echoes are all that remain

And my voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
With this Sovngarde song in our ears

And we stand tall, sons of the snow
We will not fall under these blows
For our hearts, they are hardy, our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into
This Sovngarde song

Conquer the anger and ravenous rage
Make it a part of your power
Pummeling down, let your bloodlust engage
Under your force, they will cower

Feeling the fury so pure and so bright
Breaking the bonds of surrender
Under the moons for our home we will fight
And we will die to defend her

And my voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
With this Sovngarde song in our ears

And we stand tall, sons of the snow
We will not fall under these blows
For our hearts, they are hardy; our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into
This Sovngarde song
Sovngarde song
Sovngarde song

These perilous peaks on the rim of the sky
I move in the midst of the clouds driftin' by
At the top of the world on a white doomful day
Men of wisdom will show me the way

And we stand tall, sons of the snow
We will not fall under these blows
For our hearts, they are hardy; our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into

This Sovngarde song
Sovngarde Song
Sovngarde song