Sons of Sweden
Sons of Sweden I remember thunder rolling over Uppsala fieldsWhere the old mounds stand beside our shieldsThen came new words, spoken with
Category: Stormborne Singles
Fire in the Furrows
Fire in the Furrows We crossed the ice, we crossed the scorched bog No medals waited, no path led home Iron boots
We Are the Flood
We Are the Flood We ride beneath the blood-red sky, no name, no crown, no graceOur banners torn, our honor scorched, yet
Heart of Ash and Iron Flames
Heart of Ash and Iron Flames I walked through flame and frozen stoneMy name was carved in winds unknownNo gods to greet
Sons of the North
Sons of the North From frost we rise… from fire we march… Sons of the North awaken. From the northern dark, where
Rise of Stormborne
Rise of Stormborne In shadows born, in storms we riseOur name was forged ‘neath northern skiesThe ash and snow beneath our treadRecall