Heritage লিরিক্স

A land born of a Nordic tribe Long ago our fore fathers arrived To live with the wind, walk the fires Sent by the gods to please their desires The snow was gently falling A white mist filled the air I hear mid-winter calling And its calling for me Calling for me As I swing my sword in the wind I feel the powers it brings within Having it with me all my life My son can you hear the wolves cry Can you hear the wolves cry Now I pass it to you my son What was given to me that stormy night I feel the breeze come in cold Now I'm ready, please guide me home Please guide me home