Born from the North
VALKARAVEVO
Children of the north, arise
Hear the old horns split the sky
We kept oath through fire and stone
Now take the road and make it home
Cold hands built these walls of stone
Old blood maked the fields we own
No king, no crown, no Golden chain
Only hearts that stand through pain
I hear the Young ones in the snow
I see their firts small fires glow
If they must face the dark someday
We will light the Northern way
Tell me, will they stand their ground?
Will they hear the ancient sound?
They will rise when storms return
They will keep the old flame burn
Let the valley hear our name
Let the mountain shake with flame
If the night comes for our land
We will make the final stand
Hold the gate, hold the line
Guard the future, guard the sign
We are roots beneath the rain
They are fire born again
Born from the North
Born from the flame
Carry the oath, remenber the name
Stand for the ones who came before
Rise for the ones who need you more
Born from the North
Born from the storm
Hearts made of fire
Hands keeping warm
We will defend
You will become
The morning after all is done
No throne can teach a child to rise
No gold can make a spirit wise
The ones before us held the door
So those behind could dream of more
I see their faces in the dawn
I hear their steps when we are gone
Every song we kept alive
Will helo their Northern hearts survive
If I fall beneath the rain
Will they still remember pain?
They will know what you became
They will rise and speak your name
Then I stand before the night
For the children and the light
I hear your promise in the cold
I see the future you still hold
When the Young ones take our place
They will carry all our grace
Who will keep the torches high?
We will lift them to the sky
Who will guide them through the storm?
We will keep their spirits warm
If our names must fade away
They will sing them into day
Children of the North, Arise
Take the oath beneath the skies
We kept the road through fire and stone
Now carry all our hearts back home