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The mist crawls over the rock. The stone gods watch from the broken hill. This is the moment where the man ends and the land begins. "Bone of the Land" is a song about the deep, ancestral connection to the earth and the old gods who dwell in the roots and the storms. On Viking Spirit, we honor the oaths that are carved in bone and the names that outlive the end. This track features a raw pagan folk sound, moving from an intimate, cold verse to a massive, stomping chorus that feels like a ritual fire in the heart of the deep green wood. Identify with the oath. Carve your name. Hear the Old Ones. ⚔️ Subscribe to @Vikingspirit_ms86 to support this channel ⚔️ [Verse 1] Ash in my hair Iron in my hand Cold mist crawling Over rock and sand Stone gods watching From the broken hill Blood on the heather And the world stands still [Chorus] We drink to the dark of the deep green wood We swear by the storms and the cracking root Old ones Hear us Old ones Hold us We carve our names in the bone of the land We sing till the fire eats the last black brand Old ones Hear us Old ones Hold us [Verse 2] Salt on my tongue Bitter as the sea Wolf breath rising In the bark-stripped tree Crow eyes counting Every man who falls Smoke curls Climbing Up the standing stones [Chorus] We drink to the dark of the deep green wood We swear by the storms and the cracking root Old ones Hear us Old ones Hold us We carve our names in the bone of the land We sing till the fire eats the last black brand Old ones Hear us Old ones Hold us [Bridge] Take this oath Take this scar Take this life To where you are Wind Be cruel Ice Be friend Let my name Outlive my end [Chorus] We drink to the dark of the deep green wood We swear by the storms and the cracking root Old ones Hear us Old ones Hold us We carve our names in the bone of the land We sing till the fire eats the last black brand Old ones Hear us Old ones Hold us #VikingMusic #VikingSpirit #OldGods #PaganFolk #DarkFolk #NordicFolk #WarDrums #VikingChant #NorseMythology #RitualMusic