Birth of a Hero: When She Mourns
Ashes are what's left of the grass
the oceans boil, and I hear her screaming
I know her tremor, I feel her in my trance
I watch her weep, I see her bleeding
Where are the guns, your lover's sword?
Your father's rage, the ship poised to sail
on your mother's fjord?
Where are your children?
do you shield their eyes?
When will you be ready to say goodbye?
Something shadows the horizon
beating wings that shake the wind...
I can hear the gods work their fists
I can feel the song our seeress sings
But will it be enough?
the dead wake from the earth
they'll fight with us and stand by our side
and when we fall we will join their dance
and we will fight
until we are returned to the land
So hold... Hold...