Son Of The North

Dead hands, breath like smoke, name in the sand
Father's hangs on the wall
His few hard words carved in my skull

Fire dies slow, eyes on the door
If you can't stand, you are no more
I am a son of the north

Bone and blood and oak
I carry weight, I carry war
I stand, I break, I hold
I am a son of the north

Storm in my aching throat
I fear the gods, but not the dark
A man is hammering hope
Oh, oh, oh

Brothers fell, names on a stone
Silence taught me how to be old
Hold the line, even alone
Give them my back, never not once

I am a son of the north
Bone and blood and oak
I carry weight, I carry war
I stand, I break, I hold
I am a son of the north
Storm in my aching throat

I fear the gods, but not the dark
A man is hammering hope
Hope
Who am I when the war is done

Just two rough hands and a fading Sun
Still I rise to the same old load
A man walks on till the end of the road
I am a son of the north

Bone and blood and oak
I carry weight, I carry war
I stand, I break, I hold
I am a son of the north

Storm in my aching throat
I fear the gods, but not the dark
A man is hammering hope