The mist clings heavy to the fijord tonight
Two shadows moving in the pale moonlight
I check my axe, you sharpen your blade
Side by side we are never afraid
You aren't a ghost following in my wake
You're the shield that holds when the mountains quake
A queen of the forest, a wolf in the fray
We march to the rhythm of the iron-grey
Equality carved in the runes we bare
The weight of the world is a weight we share
The ravens are watching from the ancient tree
I look at you and I see me
No step behind, no soul to leave
Together we plant the warriors seed
Gold in the fire, silver in the stone