Cold Wake Rider
A grim dark country saga with Viking spirit, led by baritone guitar, resonator slide, war drums, fiddle, and low horn. An old raspy voice marches from the motherland into battle, torn between sorrow, destiny, and the frozen sea.
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Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse]
From the icy fjords, we set sail
On the stormy seas, under the moon's pale trail
Through the cold winds, through the battles we fight
With the heart of a Viking, in the name of our right
[Chorus]
Oh, the frozen sea, it calls to me
Through the night and day, it never does flee
With the war drums beatin', and the fiddle's sweet
Through the battles won, and the ones we've left
[Verse]
The land of the frost, where the spirits dwell
With the low horn's cry, we stand tall and well
Through the blood and the fire, through the sorrow and tears
With the strength of a warrior, we face the fears
[Chorus]
Oh, the frozen sea, it calls to me
Through the night and day, it never does flee
With the war drums beatin', and the fiddle's sweet
Through the battles won, and the ones we've left
[Bridge]
In the heart of the storm, we find our way
With every step forward, we hold on to the fray
Through the darkness and light, through the pain and the fight
With the soul of a Viking, we take our flight
[Chorus]
Oh, the frozen sea, it calls to me
Through the night and day, it never does flee
With the war drums beatin', and the fiddle's sweet
Through the battles won, and the ones we've left
[Chorus]
Oh, the frozen sea, it calls to me
Through the night and day, it never does flee
With the war drums beatin', and the fiddle's sweet
Through the battles won, and the ones we've left
[Outro]
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