Andreas Edman - Hymn of the Northern Crown – Part IV

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6UtV3G... We sing the names… not carved in gold… but carved in graves. We sing the kings… who rose like storms… and fell like ash. Sweden remembers. Sweden endures. O Vasa line of iron breath Born from rebellion, fed by death From broken Kalmar, chains undone A kingdom forged beneath one sun Gloria Vasa… Gloria Vasa… (The crown is ours… the crown is ours…) Stockholm rose with sharpened stone No longer foreign, no longer throne The north stood proud, the north stood tall And Denmark heard the hammer fall Gloria Vasa… Gloria Vasa… Then marched the king with lion eyes Through German mud and burning skies Gustav Adolph, thunder-born A northern hymn in battle form Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… (Lead us through fire… lead us through fire…) At Breitenfeld the world was bent Steel and prayer in one lament Yet Lützen drank the royal blood And swallowed him in smoke and mud Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… O Christina crowned in frost A mind too sharp, a soul too lost She held the realm with silent grace Then left the throne without a trace Sancte Regina… Sancte Regina… (Sacred queen… sacred queen…) A crown is not a holy thing It cuts the brow, it makes men cling And Sweden watched its ruler fade Like candlelight in winter shade Sancte Regina… Sancte Regina… Then rose the storm called Carolus A young wolf crowned, relentless, ruthless Karl the Twelfth, the winter blade A hymn of war that never prayed Gloria in Ferro… Gloria in Ferro… (Glory in iron… glory in iron…) Narva burned with Russian cries A miracle beneath black skies The frozen march, the starving bones The drums like death, the rifles moan Gloria in Ferro… Gloria in Ferro… But Poltava broke the spine Of Sweden’s dream, of Sweden’s line The empire bled, the crown grew thin And silence swallowed our proud hymn Miserere… Miserere… (Have mercy… have mercy…) NARVA! NARVA! VICTORY IN SNOW! POLTAVA! POLTAVA! WHERE THE PROUD ONES GO! WE WON THE WORLD— THEN LOST IT ALL! O Baltic sea, cold mirror grave You gave us glory, you took the brave Finland cried beneath the storm As borders changed and kings were torn Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… (The north is bleeding… the north is bleeding…) From empire’s roar to quiet ground From cannon hymn to softer sound But Sweden lived though crowns were scarred A smaller realm, but beating hard Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… No empire stands forevermore No king escapes the final door But Sweden’s heart outlived the fall A hymn of iron under all Gloria Suecia… Gloria Suecia… (Glory Sweden… glory Sweden…) From Vasa’s oath to Karl’s last breath From lion pride to winter death The crown still rests on northern stone A nation forged to stand alone Gloria Suecia… Gloria Suecia… Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… We sing the kings… we sing the wars… we sing the loss… we sing the scars… Sweden remembers. Sweden remains.