Kings of Old - Battleroar

The old gods call out to my soul

To enter their realm and behold

All glories of centuries passed

Forever they’ll last

Into the deep of the woods

Eternal

Not evil nor good

Sworn to the ancient elder ones

For me they’ve come

Their whisper it rings through the trees

It brought stronger men to their knees

Born blessed pagan

I bow and gasp in awe

A whirlwind of force at palay

No mortal man could hold at bay

Wherever these spirits move

I will hunt with them

Bound

Gods and men

The old gods are part of my soul

My fate it is here and I know

Wherever I wander

I roam

I’m not alone

Their voices will carry me home