Sovngarde Song — Miracle of Sound

From the mists of the mountains a deafening call Bellows down over the plains On a host of battle-worn ears it does fall Pushing out through the thunder and rain

These men of the north they have suffered too long The anger it swells in their veins Of the spirited roars of lost warriors' songs Distant echoes are all that remain

And my voice is my violence Clear the sky's frozen tears And no more we'll be silent With this Sovngarde song in our ears

And we stand tall Sons of the snow We will not fall Under these blows For our hearts they are hardy Our spirits are strong And our voices are lifted into This Sovngarde song

Conquer the anger and ravenous rage! Make it a part of your power Pummeling down let your bloodlust engage! Under your force they will cower

Feeling the fury so pure and so bright Breaking the bonds of surrender Under the moon for our home we will fight And we will die to defend her

And my voice is my violence Clear the sky's frozen tears And no more we'll be silent With this Sovngarde song in our ears

And we stand tall Sons of the snow We will not fall Under these blows For our hearts they are hardy Our spirits are strong And our voices are lifted into This Sovngarde song

These perilous peaks On the rim of the sky I move in the midst Of the clouds drifting by At the top of the world On a white doomful day Men of wisdom will show me the way

And we stand tall Sons of the snow We will not fall Under these blows For our hearts they are hardy Our spirits are strong And our voices are lifted into This Sovngarde song