Baptized in the Fjord

The ash of the altar is black on my hands The blood of the thrall stains the ice of the lands I carry the weight of the raven and wolf To the edge of the water, the edge of the gulf The gods of the mountain are silent and cold The sagas of slaughter are rusted and old I step from the shoreline, the frost on my skin I carry the iron, I carry the sin The water is waiting, a mirror of glass To drown the old serpent and let the night pass Plunge in the fjord! The freezing embrace! Washing the war-paint away from my face! Down in the dark where the old spirits drown! Rise in the light, lay the heavy sword down! The ice is a fire, the water is blood! The kingdom of heaven descends in the flood! The runes on my flesh start to blur and erase The anger of Odin is lost without trace I break through the surface, the oxygen burns The wheel of the cosmos shatters and turns A white garment waits on the edge of the stone I walk from the water, but I am not alone I step from the shoreline, the frost on my skin I buried the iron, I buried the sin The water has spoken, the covenant made I stand in the dawn and I am not afraid Plunge in the fjord! The freezing embrace! Washing the war-paint away from my face! Down in the dark where the old spirits drown! Rise in the light, lay the heavy sword down! The ice is a fire, the water is blood! The kingdom of heaven descends in the flood! Let the old breath die. Let the old blood freeze. Let the ravens fall. Bring the wolves to their knees. I sink as a killer. I rise as a son. I SINK AS A KILLER! I RISE AS A SON! Plunge in the fjord! The freezing embrace! Washing the war-paint away from my face! Down in the dark where the old spirits drown! Rise in the light, lay the heavy sword down! The ice is a fire, the water is blood! The kingdom of heaven descends in the flood! The water is still. The old gods are dead.