Frostborn Siren

(aaaa-huuu-aaaa) Out of the cold northern grey

We carve our path,

we find our way

With iron in hand and ice in our chest

We chase the sun into the west

Raise the shields, ride the tide (hooo-hah!) By the old gods we

will abide To the halls of the brave we run

Underneath a freezing sun

The ravens watch from skeletal trees

As longships battle the freezing breeze

No fear of death,

no fear of the dark

Upon the waves we leave our mark

Raise the shields, ride the tide (hooo-hah!) By the old gods we

will abide

To the halls of the brave we run

Underneath a freezing sun (aaaa-huuu-aaaa)