Cowboykicks
Voices of the North
An anthem about ancient pine forests, northern winds and the call of the old warriors.
Cowboykicks · Nattarkiv Studio
Lyrics
Cold wind whispers through the ancient pines
Fire in the heart, stars in my eyes
Snow falls gently on the frozen ground
Calling me home where the old gods lie
Valhalla calling soft through the veil
Through fire and frost where the brave ones sail
Voices of the North in the quiet night
If I fall tonight, hold me in the light
Calling me home
Calling me home
Shadows dance slow on the longhouse wall
Echoes of sagas, the bravest of all
Rivers run quiet under ice so deep
My spirit wanders while the world sleeps
Valhalla calling soft through the veil
Through fire and frost where the brave ones sail
Voices of the North in the quiet night
If I fall tonight, hold me in the light
Calling me home
Calling me home
No swords, no thunder, just peace in the end
A warrior’s soul finds rest with a friend
The ravens fly gentle over fields of snow
Guiding me softly where the embers glow
Valhalla calling