The Viking Windroads

{deep drone, throat singing} (hummmmm) {pounding

skin

drum, steady tempo} Cold winds guide the oaken bow

Under stars of iron and bone

Rows of shields in frozen spray We carve our path through salted

stone

Row onward, brothers, to the unknown shore (ooh-ah-ooh) Where the currents call

and the ravens soar

{swelling group vocals, driving frame drums}

Fjords fade into the gray

Mist clings to the warrior's face

Silent pact of iron and ash No turning back from this cold

embrace

Row onward, brothers, to the unknown shore

(ooh-ah-ooh) Where the currents call and the ravens soar {thunderous drums,

intense

chanting} {drums slowing down,

fading

drone} (hummmmm) {distant horn call}