Bob Dominator — Frost and Fire

Do it, Bob Dominator is here!
Let's go!
We come from frost and fire.
From hunger.
From the choir.
Of a hundred broken shields.
Still we rise.
Never yield.
Wolf's head cloak, ice on my brow.
Blood on my hands, no room for fear.
Chip in the mist, storm in my chest.
If fate throws dice, I crack that chest.
Raven on wrist ties, like steel.
I wreck the smoke, I bend to what's real.
You swing that axe, I shape that fate.
Two tracks cross at the village gate.
Hey!
We come from frost and fire.
From hunger.
From the choir.
Of a hundred broken shields.
Still we rise, never yield.
We come from frost and fire.
From thunder.
From the choir.
Of the hearts that never tire.
We are frost.
We are fire.
Oh yeah!
Right, right, feel on my breath.
Lap in my scars.
Turn my rage into falling stars.
You call the runes, I call the charge.
When drums grow wild, my breath grows large.
Tight, iron's tight, tight.
Knife in my boot.
I guard your name like sacred roots.
I see that fear behind your grin.
You fight the world, I fight within, mmm.
We come from frost and fire.
From hunger.
From the choir.
Of a hundred broken shields.
Still we rise, never yield.
We come from frost and fire.
From thunder.
From the choir.
Of the hearts that never tire.
We are frost.
We are fire.