Andreas Edman - Hymn of the Northern Crown – Part III

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6UtV3G... We sing… not of peace… but of the price. We sing… not of kings… but of the grave. The north remembers. The north demands. Before the cross, before the throne We carved our gods in flesh and bone In Uppsala the fire was fed With iron prayers for living dead Kyrie in Ferro… Kyrie in Ferro… (Mercy in iron… mercy in iron…) We drank the storm, we wore the night We praised the wolf, we praised the fight The sea was black, the world was wide And every oath was paid in blood Kyrie in Ferro… Kyrie in Ferro… Then came the bells, then came the law The holy hymn became the claw The old gods drowned beneath the stone As Christ took root in northern bone Sancte Crucis… Sancte Crucis… (Sacred cross… sacred cross…) Yet in the chest of every man The pagan thunder still began Sancte Crucis… Sancte Crucis… Then rose the king of broken chains From Danish boots and Baltic pains Gustav, forged in hatred’s fire A nation born from one desire Gloria Vasa… Gloria Vasa… (Glory to Vasa… glory to Vasa…) From Dalarna the war hymn rolled And Sweden’s spine became unbent Gloria Vasa… Gloria Vasa… SVEA! GÖTA! FROST AND BLOOD! SVEA! GÖTA! IRON FLOOD! WE ARE THE LAND THAT WILL NOT KNEEL! Then thunder spoke through cannon smoke And Europe’s spine began to choke The lion rose in battle hymn And every prayer was sung for him Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… (The war is holy… the war is holy…) Breitenfeld in burning skies Where death itself learned how to cry The banners flew, the drums were loud And Sweden stood above the crowd Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… And when the empire bled away We did not die, we did not fade We buried crowns beneath the ground And built our strength without a sound Miserere… Miserere… (Have mercy… have mercy…) Now Sweden stands with eyes of steel Not born of pride — but born to heal Yet if the storm returns again The old hymn wakes in every vein Gloria in Nox… Gloria in Nox… (Glory in darkness… glory in darkness…) From rune to cross, from cross to crown From empire high to humble ground A nation carved in frost and pain Still sings its hymn through blood and rain Kyrie… Sancte… Gloria… Kyrie… Sancte… Gloria… SWEDEN… SWEDEN… SWEDEN… Kyrie eleison…