Winds Cry Out – The Echoes soar | Nordic Folk | Viking Chant

Описание: When the winds cry out, we answer to the call of the north. Winds Cry Out is a dark Nordic folk and Viking ritual song — an invocation of memory, flame, and the unseen forces that still move beneath stone, root, and sky.
Born from mist-covered fjords and echoing mountains, this composition awakens the voices of gods, spirits, and forgotten paths. Ravens cut through the haze, runes align beyond time, and the earth itself remembers what has never truly faded. This is not a song of battle alone, but of calling a summoning carried on wind and fire.

With ceremonial drums, haunting chants, and organic Nordic instruments like nyckelharpa and fiddle, the sound unfolds slowly and powerfully. Each chorus rises like a ritual cry, where flame answers storm and the ancient heart continues to beat, unbroken, eternal.

This is music for those who listen beyond silence
for those who hear the wind speak names long thought lost.

🔥🌬️ Rise, ye spirits of the flame. The winds still cry out.

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Lyrics:
Through mist and stone
The whispers rise
A tale of gods beneath the skies
In shadows deep
The roots still sing
The earth remembers everything

Oh
Rise
Ye spirits of the flame
The winds cry out
They call your name
Through fire and storm
The echoes soar
The ancient heart beats evermore

A raven's wing cuts through the haze
Guiding lost souls through the maze
The fjords resound with secrets old
A story etched in frost and gold

Oh
Rise
Ye spirits of the flame
The winds cry out
They call your name
Through fire and storm
The echoes soar
The ancient heart beats evermore

The runes align
The threads entwine
A chant to cross the edge of time
Nyckelharpa weeps
The fiddle cries
The battle drums wake northern skies

Oh
Rise
Ye spirits of the flame
The winds cry out
They call your name
Through fire and storm

The echoes soar
The ancient heart beats evermore