[Verse 1] Snow in the birchwood Bootprints in black mud Father kept the old vow Under a winter moon
I heard the wolf-call Over the river ice Names carved in ashwood I wore them like a knife
[Pre-Chorus] Now the ground shakes Now the crows rise I can feel the old fire Wake in my bones
[Chorus] Hold the iron line Hold the iron line We are not done here We are not done
Hold the iron line Hold the iron line Blood in the earth And thunder in our throat
[Verse 2] Mothers by the fire Singing through the smoke Hands full of flour dust Eyes full of rain
Brother in the doorway Spear on his shoulder He said, "When the dark comes We stand our name"
[Pre-Chorus] Now the ground shakes Now the crows rise I can hear the old drums Calling me home
[Chorus] Hold the iron line Hold the iron line We are not done here We are not done
Hold the iron line Hold the iron line Blood in the earth And thunder in our throat
[Bridge] If I fall tonight Bury me upright Face to the east wind Let the pine trees know
I was made for this I was made for fire I was made to sing With a broken jaw
[Final Chorus] Hold the iron line Hold the iron line We are not done here We are not done
Hold the iron line Hold the iron line Blood in the earth And thunder in our throat
Style de musique
Epic folk metal with Slavic folk atmosphere, driving double-kick pulse and galloping heavy guitars; verses ride violin, hurdy-gurdy, and low male chant, pre-chorus narrows to flute and toms, chorus crashes with full choir, brass hits, and cinematic orchestra swells. Powerful male vocals, emotional belts, deep gang chants, wide reverbs, and a bright punchy mix with thunderous low end and cold steel sheen., male vocals, folk metal, emotional, deep, violin, acoustic, folk