The Last Volsung

Album: The Volsung Legacy Saga: Blood of the Dragon, Blood of the Raven Link for full album: https://suno.com/playlist/fdfc9c17-17... Song text. The battlefield lay cold and silent, Beneath a sky of iron grey, Where Sigmund of the Volsungs Upon the blood-soaked earth now lay. The ravens watched from barren branches, The wind moved softly through the dead, And broken pieces of brave Gram Lay scattered where the hero bled. The Wolf Son's fire was fading, The long road near its end, Yet fate had one more chapter, Before the tale could bend. I am the last Volsung, The final flame of old, But from these shattered fragments A greater tale unfolds. Though my days are ending, And darkness claims my sight, The blood shall carry onward, Into another fight. Then Hjördis came beside him, Her tears concealed by rain and wind, She gathered up the broken sword, And knelt beside her dying king. The shattered steel still held a promise, Though broken now by Odin's hand, For even gods cannot forever Undo what fate has planned. The Norns still spun their weaving, Beyond the reach of mortal eyes, And hidden in the womb of fate, A dragon's bane would rise. I am the last Volsung, The final flame of old, But from these shattered fragments A greater tale unfolds. Though my days are ending, And darkness claims my sight, The blood shall carry onward, Into another fight. Take these pieces, Guard them well, For in their steel My spirit dwells. A son shall come, When I am gone, And carry forth The Volsung song. I will remember, I will endure, Through storm and sorrow, My heart is sure. Though death may claim The one I love, His legacy lives on above. Gram lies broken, Yet not undone. A king has fallen, Yet not his son. The old wolf sleeps, The young wolf wakes, And destiny begins to take. I am the last Volsung, The final flame of old, But from these shattered fragments A greater tale unfolds. Though my days are ending, And darkness claims my sight, The blood shall carry onward, Into another fight. As Hjördis rode from the battlefield, The shattered sword against her side, The age of Sigmund passed into memory, And Sigurd waited beyond the tide. For heroes die, And kingdoms fall, Yet some names echo through them all. And from the ashes of the old, A dragon slayer would be born.