Laga Ft Ragalor — Daughter Of The North

Hear the black tide breathe beneath the snow
Hear the old wind strike the timber low
Where the buried roofs defied the dawn
Ice kept watch, and daughters were born
Winter laid no mercy at their feet
Salt and sleet became the bread they ate
No gentle promise guarded them from night
The mountains taught their bones to bear the weight
I carried embers through the hollow cold
I learned to rise before my fear grew old
I wear the silence no blade can divide
And feed the fire no frost can hide
Born from the winter, raised by the storm
Ice in our silence and fire in our form
We bend with the pine, but never we break
We burn through the dark till the sleeping earth wakes
No hand made us fragile, no fear made us small
The cold carved our courage in mountain and squall
Daughters of the
North, let the frozen seas warn
We carry the flame where the daylight is torn
Our mothers kept the hearth against the gale
They bound the wounds and readied every sail
With hunger at the door and frost inside
They fed the young and would not let hope die
From frozen rivers, patience filled our blood
From cliffs, we learned to stand above the flood
I saw them meet the darkness without sound
Each time the storm struck, still they held their ground
Call them frail—the iron wind will know
How deep their hidden rivers flow
Winter was our cradle;
Thunder shaped our name
Cold within the marrow, lightning in the flame
Cast us to the tempest—we return with the tide
Walls of snow behind us, northern fire inside
The river may be fettered, yet it gathers below
The mountain keeps its power
Where no summer winds blow
The harder the darkness, the fiercer we form
Daughters of the
North are the teeth of the storm
Mothers in the snowfall, breathe within my chest
Guide my hands through hunger;
Give my spirit rest
Let your ancient heartbeat cross the frozen years
I hear it under oceans, underneath our fears
Ice shall be our stillness, flame shall be our breath
Two powers bound together
Undefeated even by death
Born from the winter, raised by the storm
Now every scar is a battle-song worn
We are the hush before axes collide
We are the blaze no blizzard can hide
Let the black sea thunder, let the white sky fall
We rise as one when the northern horns call
Daughters of the
North, make the whole world remember
Our blood carries winter—our souls carry ember
When the last fire sleeps beneath the snow
Still the northern daughters onward go
Silent as ice
Yet fiercely reborn
Born from the winter...
Raised by the storm