The Wolf Sons

Album: The Volsung Legacy Saga: Blood of the Dragon, Blood of the Raven Link to full playlist on Suno: https://suno.com/playlist/fdfc9c17-17... Song Text. Beneath the boughs of midnight pine, Sigmund walked the shadowed land, His kingdom lost, his kin betrayed, With vengeance burning in his hand. Beside him strode young Sinfjötli, A son of blood, a son of fate, Bound by oath and ancient wrongs, To make King Siggeir pay. The moon hung cold, The forest sighed, As silent eyes Watched from inside. No path ahead, No road behind, Only the hunt, Only the night. We are the Wolf Sons! Born beneath the northern sky! We are the Wolf Sons! Hear the ancient hunters cry! Through the darkness, Through the pain, Through the blood and driving rain! We are the Wolf Sons! And vengeance bears our name! Deep within the haunted woods, They found two pelts beside a stone, Marked with runes and old enchantments, Claimed by powers long unknown. Sigmund laughed and donned the hide, Sinfjötli followed close behind, Yet neither knew what fate awaited, Nor what beast they soon would find. The skin grew tight, The senses burned, The hearts of men To wolves were turned. The scent of fear, The taste of prey, Called to the hunters Far away. We are the Wolf Sons! Born beneath the northern sky! We are the Wolf Sons! Hear the ancient hunters cry! Through the darkness, Through the pain, Through the blood and driving rain! We are the Wolf Sons! And vengeance bears our name! Claws in moonlight! Teeth of steel! The beast within Was all too real! Through frozen rivers, Over stone, They hunted every path alone. No king could hide, No foe could flee, From the sons of Volsung destiny. Awoooooo! Awoooooo! The forest answered back again! Awoooooo! Awoooooo! The wolves of fate unleashed their reign! We are the Wolf Sons! Born beneath the northern sky! We are the Wolf Sons! Hear the ancient hunters cry! Through the darkness, Through the pain, Through the blood and driving rain! We are the Wolf Sons! And Siggeir's doom draws nigh! When morning came, The woods stood still, Yet something wild Roamed in them still. For Sigmund and Sinfjötli Had crossed a line unseen, And no man leaves the wolf's dark path The same as he had been.