Under the Ashen Sky

Under the ashen sky, where the earth meets fire, In the shadows, I found my desire. Father’s voice like thunder, demanding I obey, But my spirit’s like the lava, carving its own way. Bound by tradition, yet yearning to be free, In the heart of the mountains, I found me. In the darkness, I found my light, A rebel’s heart burning bright. From the coldest stones, I’ll rise, Under the ashen sky, I’ll claim my prize. Hvísl í nóttinni, draumar fjarlægra landa, I’ll break these chains with my own hands. Frostið bítur, but I fear it not, My fire burns hot, in every thought. In the darkness, I found my light, A rebel’s heart burning bright. From the coldest stones, I’ll rise, Under the ashen sky, I’ll claim my prize. Through the winds that howl and skies that weep, I find my strength, in caverns deep. Jörðin skelfur, but still I stand, With fire in my heart, and stone in my hand. Under the aurora’s dance, in the icy night, I see my future, burning bright. In fjarlægðinni, I hear the call, I’ll rise above, I’ll conquer all. In the darkness, I found my light, A rebel’s heart burning bright. From the coldest stones, I’ll rise, Under the ashen sky, I’ll claim my prize. Under the ashen sky, my spirit flies, Through the fire, through the ice, I rise.