Ancestrals
Tidal 
Qobuz [Verse 1]
Steel in hand, cross on chest,
I ride for Christ and holy quest
We march for Rome, for sacred land,
to purge the heathen from the sand
"Deus Vult!" our battle cry,
to raise the truth or else to die
Yet doubt creeps in between each breath
what if they fight with honor 'til death?
[Verse 2]
We carve our runes in stone and tree,
our gods are old, wild, and free
The wind, the wolf, the waves obey,
not priest, nor pope, nor bishop's sway
You call us heathens—cold and cruel—
but who made war the churchman's tool?
We fight for kin, not golden thrones,
our gods live deep in flesh and bones
[Chorus]
But when the blood spills red the same
When sons cry out their father's name
We start to see beyond the flame
It's kin and blood that stake the claim
[Verse 3]
I spoke with one who bore the spear,
not hate in eyes but strength and fear
He said, "You fight for truth and right.
So do I—in Odin’s sight."
Perhaps it's not the god we serve,
but heart and hearth we all preserve
For every man would give his breath
to guard his kin from cold and death
[Verse 4]
In chapel's bell or thunder's roar,
I hear the call of something more
Your Christ forgave, our Thor defends
—yet both would die to shield their friends
No empire lasts, no temple stands,
unless it's built with brothered hands
If tribe stands tribe, we both shall fall
—but blood unites us after all
[Chorus]
For when the blood spills red the same
When sons cry out their father's name
We start to see beyond the flame
It's kin and blood that stake the claim
[Outro]
So shoulder sword and shield with pride
But let no brother fight beside
A man he hates for creed or name
— When blood and kin are just the same.
[Bridge - Latin]
Sanguis non mentitur, fratres sumus, Sub caelo uno, nullus humus plus humus. Non bellum sed memoria manet, Et pax in stirpe nostra manet.
[Bridge - Norse ] Fæður stóðu í stormi og stríð, Blóð þeirra rann, svo vér lifum tíð. Heiðr ok dýrð vér þeim gefum, Í ætt ok minni þeir eilífir eru.
[Chorus]
For when the blood spills red the same
When sons cry out their father's name
We start to see beyond the flame
It's kin and blood that stake the claim