Victory - Sons of Crom

In the embrace of unending wind and the falling snow

I brave the cold of a winter’s night

Night is falling fast

All my friends are gone

Grey clouds obscure the stars above

My strength is failing

The end is near

I tread my path in silence

Fading away

All the distant memories

Searching afar for signs of change

Trees grow new rings

Earth ages with resilient might

Years flow like a tireless stream

A hero’s calamity

Neither loneliness nor cold

Doom may befall me on the open road

My name is solitude

Courage guides my hand

I make my own destiny

I shall prevail

Bellowing battlehorns

A cloud of birds fleeing in the misty sky

A swarm of distant shadows

Flames consume all and everything in their path

They are coming

Why do you think I care for the rich or the poor

I’m on my way toward the dawn of war

With fire in my heart and the wind in my hair

I leave all earthly in search for victory

Cry for glory

Cry for victory

Cry for death

Cry eternally

And so he wandered through desolate wastelands beyond the spheres of time

Barely outreaching the cold grasp of Death

His thirst for wisdom

His quest for glory

Forever his life

Forever his fate