Lyrics: Amrah Babayev
Music: Amrah Babayev
The cold wind is calling,
A fire in the sky leads me home
Through the snow and the flames.
Voices of the North are carried by the wind,
Shadows in the darkness, but the stars still remain.
And if I fall tonight,
Let them remember my name.
Far beyond the mountains where the old gods sleep,
I hear the distant echoes calling out to me.
The sky grows darker and the rivers turn to ice,
Every road I've taken came with sacrifice.
Steel in my hands when the longships ride,
Ice in my veins as the cold winds cry.
I was born in the North where the strong survive,
Every scar reminds me that I'm still alive.
The drums roll like thunder across the night,
War horns rising beneath the northern lights.
I've walked through the fire and I've stood alone,
A warrior's spirit is all I've ever known.
The cold wind is calling,
A fire in the sky leads me home
Through the snow and the flames.
Voices of the North are carried by the wind,
Shadows in the darkness, but the stars still remain.
And if I fall tonight,
Let them remember my name.
I run through the storm with my head held high,
Fire in my heart and the stars in my eyes.
Raised among wolves where the brave ones stand,
With the strength of my fathers running through my hands.
Thunder above and the earth below,
The sound of battle is all I know.
We stand together through the darkest nights,
Like a wall of stone when it's time to fight.
When I enter the field, the silence breaks,
The ground beneath me begins to shake.
Legends are written where courage survives,
And the northern wind keeps their spirits alive.