Silenced By The Northern Winds

The woods of ancient Kjellangor call for the spilling of blood
The fires of my kinsmen glow from the mountains
Your seed will find no purchase here, your bravery turn to rot
All of your treacherous words, all for naught.

We stalk the mists
Blades in our hands
We are her brood
She is our land.

These roots are strong, with unknown ends
Our hearts won't falter, our knees won't bend
To your cursed shores we will send
Your usurper tongues, Silenced by the Northern winds.

A flame you cannot hope to quench roars beneath the ice
On misty heights sits a hatred ever watchful
As surely as if they had sunk, your warships have found death
It draws closer with each step, with each breath.

We are the fury
Teeth of the void
Law of the lawless
Etched in bone
Unwithered, unweathered
We loom eternal
Sons of the birthless
Cold as stone.

We'll fall upon you with the night as you idle in your beds
We'll take your women from your sides, and then we'll take your heads
Through the roar of flames and cries of babes hear the glory of Drathna sung
As your pious flesh is ripped and torn, from ancient branches hung.

These roots are strong, with unknown ends
Our hearts won't falter, our knees won't bend
To your cursed shores we will send
Your usurper tongues, Silenced by the Northern winds.