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