Frostbound Reckoning
(heeee-ya) Across the frozen steppe the North wind bites
Iron on our chests beneath the stars
We keep our ground through endless nights
Carrying the weight
of ancient scars
Stand fast,
sons of the soil and stone
The winter breath will not break our line We guard
the borderlands alone
Blood of our fathers,
fire in our spine (hey!)
Steel saber resting on the hip
Hoarfrost creeping up the wooden pale
A silent vow upon each lip
No foe will make this vanguard fail
(Oj, na
hori...) From the black soil we arose
Through the storm we strike our foes
Stand fast,
sons of the soil and stone
The winter breath will not break our line We guard
the borderlands alone
Blood of our fathers,
fire in our spine
(hey! hej!)
Blood
of our fathers (hummmm)