Fire Beneath the Snow

In Molochev the north winds blow, But still a hidden fire will glow. She saw her father's banners fall, And heard the Kingslayer claim it all. So Katherine fled through frost and night, Still carrying Lana's sacred light. No crown she wore, no blade she drew, Yet hunted souls all somehow knew— Behind closed doors, where none might go, She kept the flame beneath the snow. Fire — under the snow! Hide it where the cold winds blow! Hold on — hold on — not yet, my son, Your road begins when winter's done! Hey! Hey! Hear the mountains call! No throne of iron stands forever tall! Keep the flame, and let it grow— Fire! Fire beneath the snow! For ten long years she hid her son, While Gregor dreamed of battles won. He begged to ride, to draw the blade, To claim the blood-debt Drago made. But Katherine knew what fury brings, How vengeance burns through boys and kings. She held him close and told him low, "Wait till the thaw beneath the snow." Fire — under the snow! Hide it where the cold winds blow! Hold on — hold on — not yet, my son, Your road begins when winter's done! Hey! Hey! Hear the mountains call! No throne of iron stands forever tall! Keep the flame, and let it grow— Fire! Fire beneath the snow! Drago may watch from tower and stone, Yet fear still walks beside his throne. For Lana's dawn is burning bright, And hidden blood survives the night. Fire — under the snow! Now the eastern heavens glow! Ride on — ride on — the day has come, Winter breaks before the sun! Hey! Hey! Hear Molochev call! No throne of iron stands forever tall! Raise the flame and let it grow— FIRE! FIRE BENEATH THE SNOW!