Legacy - Sons of Crom

Distant mother of ancient birth

A grander fate did you deserve

Fought with fire and brimstone cold

Your tale has never before been told

You raised your sons with a hand of steel

With heathen pride your daughters three

In times of woe when all men were of stone

Your heart shone pure with a glimmer of gold

Dark Mother, let your banners fly

High and Mighty, your soul shall never die…

When years have passed and we’re buried and gone

Our kin march forth to a brave new dawn

Your wisdom guides through thick and through thin

Your wordless voice in the sigh of the wind

Oh… oh… oh… oh…

Dark Mother, spread your wings up high

High and Mighty, soar eternal skies…