Laga, Ragalor — Not Always Brave

Black Above…
Black Below…
One Voice Cried, “Forward!”
One Answered, “No!”
I Buried Sons Beneath The Foam
I Will Not Crawl In Shame Back Home
Let Old Bones Ache, Let Black Winds Rave
I Choose The Storm, Not A Quiet Grave
If The Deep Still Wants My Name
Let It Tear Me Through The Rain