Throne of the Southern Tide lyrics

(Hey-ya, hey-ya-oh, hey-ya-ho) (Hey-ya, hey-ya-oh, hey-ya-ho) From Kattegat's soil, the raven took flight A young farmer challenging the ocean's might He looked to the West, where the Sun meets its grave And swore that new worlds to his people he gave With timbers of oak and the runes in his hand Ragnar Lothbrok reshaped all the land The high walls of Paris beheld his decree The king of the Northmen, a master of the sea But fate is a rope that the Nornir will twine In a pit full of serpents, the giant's decline The Kingdom of Wessex then shook with his cry How the piglets will grunt when they know how I die Raven's feast for The longboat king Ragnar's legacy on the salty wind From a farmer's strength to an empire's throne The fate of a dynasty forever known Now Bjorn's iron will rides the wave of the south Through the coils of the serpent, to destiny's mouth The firstborn of iron, whom no blade could tame The wide Mediterranean conquered his name Farther than his father, his sails were unfurled The heirloom of Lothbrok resounded the world Now old and weary, with his land torn and bled The arrows in his chest brought no terror or dread High up on his horse, like a true God of war His very last breath saved his land evermore Though Ironside falls, now the myth shall arise His name is engraved in the infinite skies Raven's feast for The longboat king Ragnar's legacy on the salty wind From a farmer's strength to an empire's throne The fate of a dynasty forever known Father and son At Valhalla's table as one Skål (Hey-ya, hey-ya-oh, hey-ya-ho) (Hey-ya, hey-ya-oh, hey-ya-ho)