And we stand tall Sons of the snow We will not fall Under these blows For our hearts they are hardy Our spirits are strong And our voices are lifted into This Sovngarde song
These perilous peaks On the rim of the sky I move in the midst Of the clouds passing by At the top of the world On a white doomful day Men of wisdom will show me the way
And we stand tall Sons of the snow We will not fall Under these blows For our hearts they are hardy Our spirits are strong And our voices are lifted into This Sovngarde song