Текст песни
I pry the mound.
Stone teeth crack.
Cold iron sings -
I take it back.
King in the dirt.
Salt in his crown.
I steal the oath -
And wake the drowned.
The shore goes black. The surf turns thin.
Behind my steps - old armor grins.
Run - before the sea remembers your name,
Before the dead pull breath from the flame.
You drew that blade from a frozen throne,
Now the coast is a graveyard - you're not alone.
Hear them rise with the tide, with the storm,
Draugr in the foam - still sworn, still sworn.
Wet sand, night.
Footprints split.
Helms in the mist -
Eyes unlit.
Oars in the dark. (HEY)
Ribs of ships. (HEY)
They want the steel - (HEY)
They want my lips. (HEY)
I taste the iron on my tongue.
A stolen king weighs down my hands.
If I give it back, will the sea stay calm -
Or will it keep my bones for sand?
GIVE IT BACK - OR TAKE ME TOO!
RUN - though the waves are clawing at your feet,
RUN - though the dead are learning your heartbeat.
I raise that sword to the winter sky,
Not as a thief - as the last goodbye.
Let them guard their king, let the shoreline sleep,
I leave the blade where the cold oath keeps.
And if they follow, let the storm decide -
I walk out alive… with the sea behind.
