Andreas Edman - Hymn of the Northern Crown Part II

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6UtV3G... We sing the pine before the law… We sing the wolf before the awe… From broken crowns and shattered seas… We rise again on northern knees… O silent fields where banners died Where kings once stood, where empires cried The Baltic swallowed Sweden’s pride And winter took what war denied Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… (The crown is heavy… the crown is heavy…) From Narva’s glory, Poltava’s fall From iron march to hollow hall The empire drowned in snow and fire And left behind a weakened choir Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… Yet from the ash the nation grew With sharpened mind and vision true Not forged by conquest, not by fear But built by hands that persevered Sancte Patria… Sancte Patria… (Sacred homeland… sacred homeland…) The plow replaced the sword of steel The wounded land began to heal Through hunger, frost, through hard restraint The north endured, the north became Sancte Patria… Sancte Patria… O voices rising from the cold Not kings alone, but hearts made bold The worker’s hymn, the farmer’s vow The nation shaped by “here” and “now” Gloria in Populo… Gloria in Populo… (Glory in the people… glory in the people…) From smoky mills to timber lines From iron mines to river pines The blood of Sweden learned to sing Not just for war — but everything Gloria in Populo… Gloria in Populo… Then thunder came from foreign skies Two wars that made the world collide We stood in shadow, watched the flame And prayed the storm would spare our name Miserere… Miserere… (Have mercy… have mercy…) O neutral land, but not untouched By fear, by hunger, by the crush A quiet shield, a silent stand A trembling heart, a steady hand Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… (The world was burning… the world was burning…) In darkened nights, in borders tight We held our breath, we held our light While Europe bled in endless pain The north remained — but not the same Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… Now Sweden stands in modern days In neon roads and winter haze Yet still the old world speaks below Through ancient stone and falling snow Sancte Regnum… Sancte Regnum… (The north endures… the north endures…) From rune to book, from axe to pen From warlike men to wiser men A nation shaped by storm and time Still singing hymns in frozen rhyme Gloria… Kyrie… Sancte… (We are the memory… we are the memory…) We sing the pine… We sing the law… We sing the past… And stand in awe… We sing the north… We sing the scar… A nation born… From what we are… Kyrie eleison… Sancte Patria… Gloria in Nox…