VIKING MUSIC | Blood of my Ancestors

BLOOD OF MY ANCESTORS I stand beneath the northern sky, Where ancient mountains touch the light. The fire burns before my feet, And I remember those beneath. Their names are carved in stone and bone, Their voices still are in my own. Through every storm, through every year, I feel their spirits drawing near. I raise my cup to those before, To every soul who walked this shore. To every hand that held the blade, To every life the North has made. Your blood runs deep inside my veins, Your strength remains through wind and rain. I stand beneath the northern sky, And swear your names will never die. My father taught me by the flame, His father carried on the name. From frozen fields to restless seas, They lived and died beneath these trees. I hear the oars upon the waves, I hear the songs beside their graves. The years may turn, the world may change, But blood remembers what remains. I raise my cup to those before, To every soul who walked this shore. To every hand that held the blade, To every life the North has made. Your blood runs deep inside my veins, Your strength remains through wind and rain. I stand beneath the northern sky, And swear your names will never die. When my time comes, Lay me beneath the stone. Let the northern wind Carry my name home. And when my children Stand where I once stood, May they remember The blood of their blood. I raise my cup to those before, To every soul who walked this shore. Your blood runs deep inside my veins, Your fire burns through wind and rain. I carry your names into the dawn, I carry your stories when you are gone. Until the day I join your side— I AM THE BLOOD OF MY ANCESTORS. The fire fades… But the blood remains.