Thrones of the Caledonian Mist
Created By Kamro With Udio AI
2024-04-17
Lyrics
Sound the horn's call (horn's call) Echoes ride the winds so stout Hooves drum the earth, a pounding clout We march 'neath greying shroud (shroud) Arrows fly like plague-ridden hail Bound by this iron age tale Through frost we tread (we tread) Beneath the raven's watchful gaze Steel bares its fangs, a chilling sprout The final chapter now doused in doubt (doubt) [Verse 3] Cries ascend to the storm-cloaked skies Forged in battle, where our destiny lies In the thrall of night's embrace (night's embrace) Warriors with painted face Clash of honor, wrath of race The saga etched, cannot be erased (erased) [Verse 4] The Valkyries await our call Swords raised high, we'll never fall Cries ascend to the storm-cloaked skies Forged in battle, where our destiny lies In the thrall of night's embrace (night's embrace) Warriors with painted face Clash of honor, wrath of race The saga etched, cannot be erased (erased)
