From the recording OLD BLOOD RISING
An epic Slavic and Nordic folk journey driven by thunderous war drums, fast lute melodies, soaring violins and powerful cinematic orchestration. Stormborn riders race through frozen rivers, dark mountains and ancient forests as thunder, old gods and northern legends awaken around them. A high-energy cinematic folk track filled with pagan atmosphere, heroic momentum and the raw spirit of the North.
Lyrics
Stormfire burns beneath the rain
While northern riders ride again
Dark rivers glow beneath the sky
As thunder calls the eagles high
Old winds rise across the flame
And every shadow speaks your name
Black mountains shake beneath the storm
While frozen fires still burn warm
Cold moonlight falls across the snow
Where ancient rivers still below
Dark horses running through the night
Like stormborn shadows chasing light
Old gods whisper through the trees
And bend the storming northern seas
Wild thunder rolls across the flame
Still every rider knows your name
Silver rivers cold and slow
Still carry secrets far below
Soft winds move across the rain
And call the wandering hearts again
Ride into the stormfire glow
Through frozen rivers far below
Raise the banner through the rain
While northern thunder calls again
Old flames burn beneath the sky
Stormborn riders never die