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Through the birchwood, ravens call Frost-bitten roots beneath the hall Old blood
carved in runestone grey Ancestors who never faded away (ohhh)
The forest breathes the ancient strain
Wood and bone and iron
and rain
Rise with the storm and the crow-black sky
Burn through the dark till the old gods cry (ohhh ahhh)
Rise — till the mountains reply
Sap and pine in the winter flame The hanged man speaks the
hidden name Beneath the moor the old ones sleep Bound by oaths
the living keep (ohhhh)
The forest breathes the ancient strain
Wood and bone and iron
and rain
Rise with the storm and the crow-black sky
Burn through the dark till the old gods cry (ohhh ahhh)
Rise — till the mountains reply
Fjärran skogen kallar mig hem
Under månens kalla sken (ahhhh ohhhh)
Rise with the storm and the crow-black sky
Burn through the dark till the old gods cry (ohhh ahhh — ohhhh)
Rise — till the mountains reply