The call of Druagr

Under a pale moon, beneath frozen skies, I heard the old thunder beginning to rise. They told me, "You're different, You don't belong here." I answered with silence, then conquered the Fear. I Came from the ashes beneath ancient stone, With iron in my heart and a will of My own. The frost knows my footsteps, the mountains know my Name. I carry the fire that survived every Flame. I am the voice of the North, The blood of the storm. I walk where the cold winds are wild and Reborn. I came from the darkness, I rose from the Snow. And wherever I stand, my Ancestors know. Oh-oh-oh. Oh. Oh, Oh, oh, Oh, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh. I don't need a crown and I don't need A throne. The road that I follow was carved In the bone. The weak walls are shaking whenever I speak. The silence remembers the strength of the meek. Then somewhere behind me, a war horn calls, And shadows emerge from the old fortress walls. Not one voice alone, but a hundred reply, Like ravens ascending across the black sky. Shoulder beside shoulder, we enter the night. No fear in our faces, no turning from sight. From valley to harbor, from forest to town, When one of us rises, the others come Down. I am the voice of the North, but never Alone. A fire becomes brighter when many have Known. From mountain to ocean, From village to shore, we carry the memory Of those gone before. You called me an outsider, I became the storm. You said I had no homeland, I answered, "I was born." Hey, hey. Oh-oh-oh.