Ingrained In Blood

I hear the cry of Eagles

Hearken me back to a time

When men would fight

And men would die

I hear the craw of ravens

Soaring free across Nordic seas

Back in days we made the enemy bleed

Times were hard it must be said

When the winter nights could leave you dead

But struggle on, nought to do instead

Yet now when times are easier

Hopelessness grips our weakened minds

Passion, optimism has but died

We are all of us warriors

It's ingrained in our blood

The urge to kill, hunt and compete

Is with us from our birth

My ancestors

They are the ones

Who withstood the tests of time

So I strive to be victorious

And honor my bloodline

We were warriors

We sailed the seas

We were conquerors

Pushed relentlessly

We were fighting men

Strong and free

What has become of us now

Mindless pleasure is all I see

Craven minds craving certainty

Centuries of labor and strife

What has become of us now