Bob Dominator - Thunder Strikes The Fjords

Or is it the black water track
Car in the mist?
Rooms carved in the iron.
Tight grip on my fist.
Co on my face.
Chain mail pulling me down
We didn't come here to talk
We came to take the crown.
SHIELD WARLOCKS TIGHT.
AIN'T NO TURNING BACK NOW.
Blood on the axe blade
For fill in the vow.
Bones crack in the mud
It's a primal domain.
Only the root is that survive
In this freezing rain.
But through the roar of the clash
In the ravens above
Through the red in my eyes
I remember my love.
The shore where you stood
Wrapped in thick wolf hide.
You're my arm on my compass.
My ultimate guide.
Thunder strikes the floors.
Thunder pounding the drum.
We bring the storm to the shore
Look at what we become.
But through the fury and fire