Cross Borns - Heart of the Stones

Rises now the folk of the stone, anvil ringing, armour brewing, prideful song wouthers
in the deep, hit your shield, be prepared! Smoulders now the deep of the earth, horncall
ringing, death is brewing, prideful song wouthers in the deep, hold up your axe, be
prepared! Let us sing that ho! Wine is the blood, heart is iron! There's no death to be
afraid of In blood now the folk of iron, armour ringing, death is brewing, no power to
throw me down, hold the flag, be prepared! I grave a sign on my weapon, damned
name of my enemy, the Moon above shows me the way, fair passing or victory! My
blood is the blood of the Earth. My heart is the heart of the Earth. And when I am to go,
I leave such a sign, that all world will remember.