Heathen Call

Kingdom of tombs be the prison of fallen kings

Wailing walls where the poor be buried

As skies wrathed with seething eyes

Screaming songs to break the division

Send words scrolled tied to silent ravens

The storm has washed ashore

Babylon has fallen to the sword

Depravity be the annoited crown

With vibarting sound your kingdom come down

What see you raven of one eye

Fly over rising waves and pulling tide

Give word to impending dread or fight

The All-Fathers rainbow in northern lights

Seer of stones that never rolls snake eyes

Our war cry is hammers upon the drum

Now words do we sing

Just the collective thunder we hum

Fires light and line the shore

Forging in mountain the hammer of dawn

Hear us coming from distant land

The fear turns solid ground to quick sand

Our Valkyrie sail is bare but for one star

It glistens with light reflecting from afar

Thunder echoes the voices of Valhalla

Halls where warriors still fly their banner