Hail the Storm

Blood on the snow,

the ravens circle high

We march as wolves beneath a leaden sky

The fjords call out

with fury in the tide No man retreats — we fight until

we die

Raise your axes to the storming heavens Ancestors watch from Valhalla's gates

Hail the storm! We are born of iron and flame Blood and

glory carved into stone Hail the storm!

Our swords sing the conqueror's name We shall never face death alone

(heyyyy — ohhhh) Old gods carved our fate in runic stone Sea

and battle — the only life we've known

The longships cut

through ice and blackened foam We left our bones on shores far

from home

Raise your axes to the storming heavens Ancestors watch from Valhalla's gates

Hail the storm! We are born of iron and flame Blood and

glory carved into stone Hail the storm!

Our swords sing the conqueror's name We shall never face death alone

(heyyyy — ohhhh) We are ash and we are thunder Born between

the frost and fire

Death is only sleep — we wonder At the flame that burns

higher and higher

Hail the storm! We are born of iron and flame Blood and

glory carved into stone Hail the storm!

Our swords sing the conqueror's name We shall never face death alone

(ohhhh — heyyyy — ohhhh)