CHILDREN OF THE NORTH

Children of the North. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na. Oh, Lager. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na. Oh, oh. Grágasl! Cold winds shaped our names. Ancient stars lit our flames. Raised beneath endless skies. Two hearts, one northern life. I learned from my father’s weathered hands that Honor means more than comfort’s land. The sea taught patience through the years, And storms taught men to face their fears. I learned from winters long and wild to carry Hope through every trial. The mountains carved my spirit strong and taught me Where my heart belongs. Different roads beneath one sky, Yet the same fire burned inside. The northern wind still called our names, And neither soul would live in chains. Rise again. Hold your ground. Hear the ancient echoes sound. Through the snow. Through the pain. Still, the northern blood remains. Heart and soul. Hand in hand. Children of the frozen land. Not by birth alone we’re made. By the storms that we overcame. The sea left scars upon my skin, But never broke the will within. I carried runes my father gave through every storm And every wave. And when the darkest winters came, I guarded hope like sacred flame. No fear could force my heart to bend. No sorrow taught my soul to end. Strength was never his alone, nor mine to carry On my own. No storm could make our spirits Kneel. The blood of ages made us steel. Many think that strength is war or glory won By axe and sword. But strength belongs to those who rise. Rise, rise, rise. Again beneath defeated skies. Man or woman, young or old, every fearless heart Can hold... Something greater than flesh and bone, The will to stand when hope is gone. Not the sword. Not the shield. Not the scars that never healed. Not the battles history knows. But the fire that never folds. Through the sorrow. Through the rain. Still we rise. Rise again. And again. We are more than blood and names. More than victories and fame. The spirit lives in hearts that choose to stand When others fear to lose. No winter long enough to break us, No fate powerful enough to shake us. For the North lies deep inside, And nothing stands against that tide. Man and woman. Side by side. Carry the strength that never dies. As long as northern hearts remain... The blood of Vikings will not fade. The mountains stand. The oceans roar. Children of the North forevermore. Oh, Oh.