North Hammer -

High into the Skies

Relic of Old

North Hammer

Look into his eyes

Power to hold

North, Hammer

High, into the Skies

Relic of Old

North Hammer

Look into his eyes

Power to hold

By the grace of the Gods

Ancestral souls

Withered and old

Unto the skies they told

Whisper of my own

Fate, my own destiny

It calls to me, it calls to me

Crack through the ice

Swim through the depths

Pulsing through your veins

Forget all the rest

High into the Skies

Relic of Old

North Hammer

Look into his eyes

Power to hold

North, Hammer

High, into the Skies

Relic of Old

North Hammer

Look into his eyes

Power to hold

By the grace of the Gods