Текст песни

[SOLO]

[Intro – Atmospheric Whisper]
The frost speaks in tongues of the dead,
And the trees lean in to listen.
A shadow moves beneath the snow—
Not beast, not man, but mission.

[Verse 1 – The Stirring]
I was born where the mountains kneel,
To the sea that never sleeps.
My mother sang of gods and steel,
My father sowed the deep.

But silence came one winter’s morn,
And carved its name in ice.
The horn blew once—then twice again—
And fate began its price.

[Chorus – The Call]
Rise, son of the storm,
The axe remembers your name.
The blood in your veins is flame,
And the gods have staked their claim.

Ride, child of the wind,
Let the wolves run at your side.
The first call is the loudest—
And you were born to rise.

[Verse 2 – Preparation]
I kissed the blade my father bore,
And wrapped my wrists in leather.
The seer spoke of crimson shores,
Of trials bound by weather.

My brother wept, my sister prayed,
My mother held the sky.
But I had heard the ancient voice—
And I could not deny.

[Bridge – Invocation]
Odin, carve my path in flame,
Let thunder be my guide.
Freyja, shield my soul from shame,
As I cross the great divide.

Let the ravens mark my trail,
Let the stars not blink nor fall.
I walk the edge of myth and man—
I answer to the call.

[Final Chorus – Full Force]
Rise, son of the storm,
The axe remembers your name.
The blood in your veins is flame,
And the gods have staked their claim.

Ride, child of the wind,
Let the wolves run at your side.
The first call is the loudest—
And you were born to rise.

[Outro – Fade to War Drums]
The horn fades into silence,
But its echo lives in me.
The Viking’s first call was not a sound—
It was a prophecy.