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Um bow wow
Um ah ah ah
Um bow wow
Um ah ah oh
Um bow wow
Um bow wow
Um bow wow
Um bow wow
BAH
Boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom boom
The frostbite's hard on the longhouse door
Old handshake but they've built this shore
Every scar on their weathered skin is a map of where our blood's been
I lift the fire, I split the oak
Feed the weak, keep the elders warm
Their stories breathe in the smoke
I stand guard while the night takes form
I don't walk alone, I walk with ghosts
Fathers, mothers, all they wrote their breath still drums inside my chest
I rise because they could not reign
I carry the hearth, I carry the name
Strength in my spine, honor in my veins
We don't leave our road to the wind and the rain
We stand as one, blood before pain
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Um brah, um brah, um brah
When the legs grow weak and the eyes grow dim
Um bow wow
I become the shield that once was them
Um bow wow
I carry the weight of their final days like a sword laid down but not a shame
Um brah, um brah, um brah
The children sleep while the wolves still howl
I make my rounds beneath the moon
Strength ain't loud, it's staying now
When the work is hard and the praise comes few
The village breathes when we all hold fast
No man stands tall who forgets the past honor
It's not won by the blood you spill but by who you feed when the world stands still
I carry the heart, I carry the name
Strength in my spine, honor in my veins
We don't leave our own to the wind and the rain
We stand as one, blood before pain
I come
Um brah, um brah, um brah
Um brah, um brah, um brah
Um brah, um brah, um brah
Um brah
If this ain't weakness, this is law
Kin before crown, kin before war
The strong serve first, that's how we stand
A steady heart, a working hand
If I fall tomorrow, they'll know my name
Not for the battles, but the flame I kept lit
Um brah, um brah, um brah
Um brah, um brah, um brah
I carry the heart, I carry the name
I live through the weak, I shoulder the pain
From cradle to grave, we're bound the same
Honor is love with thyrus later, ha ha ha
Until I'm laid, the fire burns low but it never dies
As long as one stands to hear the cries
When my hands fail, another will rise
It's how the lithosphere rises
How the lithosphere rises
It's how the nomads grow old
Older than I am
It's how the lithosphere rises
How the lithosphere rises
It's how the nomads grow old
They'll be ahead of the wheel
Um brah, um brah, um brah