1. BLACK WINDS RISE

Wolves sing beneath a dying star
Through the frost I ride, from lands afar
A blade of grief, a crown of ice
I serve no god - I pay no price

The oaths were carved in ancient stone
By moonlight's hand and shadow grown
A thousand years of flame and dust
I reign in silence, ash, and rust

Black winds rise from northern graves
The dead still march, the forest sways
I kneel to none, I stand alone
With thorns upon the throne of dawn

Ravens wheel through frozen light
Each wing beat echoes endless night
Upon the cliffs, I chant the runes
The sky responds with funeral tunes

I am the bloodline of forgotten kings
The cold breath of ancestral wings
No church, no chain shall bind me still
I walk with death - and bend the will

Black winds rise from northern graves
The dead still march, the forest sways
I kneel to none, I stand alone
With thorns upon the throne of dawn

Through storms and steel, I carve my name
A spectral flame, a myth, a shame
The world shall fall - the dusk is mine
Eternal, proud, by cold design