Call of the North

Land of jagged ice and savage storms

Where all are forged from struggle

A place of little comfort, but it is still our home

But we never let weakness get in our way

For only the strong may endure the north and its call

It’s Howling winds that rip off flesh

It’s chilling cold freezes blood

With mighty beast that roams on its hardened ground

Waiting to feast on anything that they happen upon

But we relish the sound of its sacred call

For we are the blood of the north

The sons and daughters of iron and snow

We never let fear have its way here

Instead, we will just toast and cheer

More, more, it is never enough, so we take what we must

For there’s not enough to go around for all

So we only answer with our steel and head out on the hunt

It doesn’t matter if we cross man or beast

We fight them all to get our way

For we are the blood of the north

The sons and daughters of iron and snow

Hearing its sacred call

We'll make sure that they all fall

Oh wild tundras and untamed seas

Hidden fjords and icy peaks

It doesn’t matter where we go

For we’ll be sure to put a show

For the gods favor the bold

To fight is to live and to give is to die

But the strong withstand the cold

For that is the call of the north

More, more, it is never enough, so we take what we must

For there’s not enough to go around for all

Our blood cries out to look for a fight

To vanquish all who dare face us

To show all who witness our might

For we are the blood of the north

The sons and daughters of iron and snow

Always listen to the call of the north