Sing for the Mark!

Welcome friends, welcome to our home

Sit by the fire and warm up your bones

Is it wet outside? Is it cold and dark?

Of course it is, you're in Wintermark!

Home of the winterfolk, scions of the storm

We're hardy and we're practical

We're savage but we're tactical

And loyal to a fault when your back is up against the wall

For the Empire? For the Empire!

None more loyal and damn proud of it.

We gave it our laws. We gave it the senate.

We gave it bloody Skarsind, but let's not dwell on it.

Three people! One nation!

It sounds confusing, let me give an explanation

Three into one, made stronger as a whole

From alliance was forged our nation's soul

Now it’s said we’re blood-thirsty and that we’re too aggressive.

And it’s true, but we’re trying to be a little more progressive

Look at Sigvald there, the most civil man that I know

It’s been three days since he fucked a War Rhino!

You don't get it. I see it in your eyes.

But we're seven kinds of special so it comes as no surprise

Let me break it down. Take it one by one.

And tell you of our people through the medium of song.



When the war drums sound

And the Empire calls

When the banners rise

And the axe blow falls

Then the nation sings its battle song

Ten thousand voices raised as one!

SING for the Steinr

SING for the Suaq

Sing for the Kallavesi and

SING FOR THE MARK!



Down from the Tundra, out of the snow

Where even other Wintermarkers fear to go

From Ikka’s Tears to the howling gale of Sy-dan-jaa.

Ice walkers. Beast stalkers.

Masters of the riddle and the fireside tale.

With eyes so sharp and minds so cunning

They’ll kill you with the arrow that you never saw coming

It’s the suaq!

(SUAQ!)

Heart of the nation, Born on the ice flows

Forgotten more lore than anyone else knows

When the storm breaks and the foemen stir

You’ll see that real heroes wear fur.



When the war drums sound

And the Empire calls

When the banners rise

And the axe blow falls

Then the nation sings its battle song

Ten thousand voices raised as one!

SING for the Steinr

SING for the Suaq

Sing for the Kallavesi and

SING FOR THE MARK!



From the marsh and the swamp-lands, they rise

They’ll listen to your stories but they’ll tear apart your lies

Because wisdom isn’t knowledge

Wisdom isn’t guessing

Wisdom is interpreting the world so you can understand the lesson

They’re the soul of the nation, keepers of the dead

Whispering in ears and knowing what’s said

With a quiet little word, a gentle nudge,

Or an axe to the face if you still won’t budge.

KALLAVESI!

You want to know you’re skein?

You want to know the way?

You want to fight clever and not throw your life away?

Let me tell you something that a wise man knows

You got a problem?

Bring it to the crows.



Three people, one nation. That’s what I heard

I’ve told you of the first two, but where the F***’s the third?

Think fast because the end is near

We’re gonna need a miracle to see another year

We need a wall of iron. We need a wall of spears

We need warriors who know no fear.

Mail-clad heroes unafraid to die

Oh shit what’s that falling from the sky?

IT’S THE STEINR!

Fist of the nation, dishing out the pain

With iron in their hearts and steel in their veins

Three people! One nation! Birds of a feather!

Hey, Steinr! Better late than never.



When the war drums sound

And the Empire calls

When the banners rise

And the axe blow falls

Then the nation sings its battle song

Ten thousand voices raised as one!

SING for the Steinr

SING for the Suaq

Sing for the Kallavesi and

SING FOR THE MARK!