Laga, Ragalor - Thunder In Our Blood

Dust Of Years… Rise In The Light…
Old Iron… Wake For One Last Tide…
The Sea Still Knows The Hearts We Were…
The Fire Still Knows The Souls We Are…
We Raised Old Armor From The Chest
Its Iron Weight Against My Breath
“The Years Made Every Buckle Tight”
“No, Your Old Back Has Lost The Fight”
He Laughed Like Storms From Long Ago
While Firelight Warmed The Falling Snow
That Pale Old Scar Still Spoke Of Pain