Astrid Vorn — Born Of Iron (Epic Viking Song Draugr Ballad)

I grew where winter kissed the stone.
Where ancient pines stood all alone.
My mother sang beside the fire.
Her voice as warm as heart's desire.
My father spoke beneath the stars.
Of distant lands and ancient scars.
Stand like the oak against the rain.
For roots grow deep
Through years of pain.
Then darkness came on wings of fire.
And turned our dreams to a funeral pyre.
The heavens wept in crimson light.
As home became a ghost that night.
I watched the embers kiss the snow.
Like fallen stars that lost their glow.
Yet deep beneath the frozen ground.
A flame survived without a sound.
Born of iron, raised by fire,
Shaped by rain.
Through a thousand storms of sorrow.
Through a thousand nights of pain.
Born of iron.
Like an oak against the sky.
Though the mountains fall around me.
Their love will never die.
Their love will never die.
I crossed the plains of endless white.
With lonely stars to guide the night.
The frozen rivers whispered low.
Of those who slept beneath the snow.
The moon hung like a silver tear.
Above the graves of yesteryear.
Each step I took through frost and rain.
Awoke a thousand songs of pain.
I'd trade the gold of countless kings.
To hear the song my mother sings.
I'd cross the seas,
Defy the tide.
To walk once more by father's side.
But time rolls on like restless seas.
And carries whispers through the trees.
Though years may steal the world I knew.
Their love remains forever true.
Born of iron, raised by fire,
Shaped by rain.
Through a thousand storms of sorrow.
Through a thousand nights of pain.
Born of iron.
Like an oak against the sky.
Though the mountains fall around me.
Their love will never die.
What if time forgets my name?
What if my heart runs out of flame?
Will northern stars still light my way?
Will memories of home someday fade?
Then through the silence,
Soft and low,
I hear a voice beneath the snow.
My child, be brave,
You're not alone.
The love we gave
Will lead you home."
Let ten thousand winters fall,
Let thunder shake the ancient halls.
I'll face the storm,
I'll bear the flame.
No bitter wind can steal my name.
For love is stronger than the grave,
No frozen sea can drown the brave.
I hear them now,
I hear them call.
Born of iron, forged in fire,
Crowned by snow.
Through the darkest storms of sorrow,
Still their love will guide me home.
Born of iron,
Let the heavens split apart.
Though a thousand kingdoms crumble,
They live forever in my heart.
Let mountains fall, let oceans rise,
Let thunder tear the northern skies.
No flame can fade what love keeps alive.
When my footprints
Fade and winter comes,
I'll hear their voices beyond the sun.
Born of iron, carried by love,
And the northern winds
Will lead me home.