Ragal Ironbull, Northwind Saga, Ragal Ironbull Sails of the North

Mist on the fjord where the longships sleep
Shields by the shoreline, the waters run deep
Bjorn grips the oar while Freya reads the signs
Old runes glowing silver in the moonlight lines

Ravens circle high where the cold winds roam
Guiding wandering warriors far away from home
The sea sings a warning, the mountains reply
Yet we sail ever onward beneath the iron sky

Norns weave the threads no blade can sever
Names may fade, but the sagas live forever

Row through the darkness, row through the foam
Follow the stars where the brave ones roam
Freya calls the wind, Bjorn answers the sea
Bound by the north and destiny

Gold may vanish, kingdoms may fall
Still the old gods whisper through it all
Fire in the hall, thunder in the night
Freya and Bjorn ride toward the light

Across black waters where the sea wolves roam
Searching for glory far from home
Axes shine bright in the pale dawn haze
Skalds will remember these fearless days

Freya sees visions in embers and flame
Speaking of battles yet to earn their name
Bjorn stands silent with his hand on steel
Trusting the fate that the gods reveal

Hear the horn echo over stone and snow
Calling every warrior where the brave must go
Under Odin's ravens, under Thor's great sky
A life without courage is a life denied

Row through the darkness, row through the foam
Follow the stars where the brave ones roam
Freya calls the wind, Bjorn answers the sea
Bound by the north and destiny

Gold may vanish, kingdoms may fall
Still the old gods whisper through it all
Fire in the hall, thunder in the night
Freya and Bjorn ride toward the light

When the last wave breaks upon the shore
And the longships sail this world no more
The songs remain where the north winds cry
Freya and Bjorn never truly die

Hey
In the halls of memory they ride
Hey
Beneath the endless northern sky