1. WHO OWNS THE NORTH

Who gets the right to wear a crown,
Who’s chosen to determine
The path of life for common man,
For noble blood, for vermin?

Are we the pawns in godly games,
Or lambs of our fathers?
Or is it just a game of chance,
A lucky strike, coincidence?

Is it destiny creating kings?
Or the kings who shape the way of things?

The bigotry,
Hypocrisy,
The silver lies.
Who owns the north?
The killing hand,
The loss of man,
Who owns the right?
Who takes the north?

If bastard or nobility,
Just one will be victorious.
The other one will face defeat.
There are no words of solace.

Who will remain writes history,
The conquered one forgotten.
The burning of a family tree
This ain’t an age for pardon.

Is it destiny creating kings?
Or the kings who shape the way of things?

The bigotry,
Hypocrisy,
The silver lies.
Who owns the north?
The killing hand,
The loss of man,
Who owns the right?
Who takes the north?

Between the grinding stones of power
Run rivers dyed in crimson color.
And where the hired swords lie still,
The ghouls appear in nightly hours.

The ghost of war is going forth.
I ask you: You’ll own the North?

Is it destiny creating kings?
Or the kings who shape the way of things?

Is this slaughter a necessity,
And the key to immortality?

The bigotry,
Hypocrisy,
The silver lies.
Who owns the north?
The killing hand,
The loss of man,
Who owns the right?
Who takes the north?