Strike the Silver

Cold wind on the mountain side Farms lie empty, fields have died Buzu’s stone was split one day Silver veins lit Melýy’s way Tsor Ivan scarred by war and frost Knows the price the land has lost Axes fade and pickaxes rise Silver wakes beneath the ice Strike the stone — let silver rise Hear the mountain’s ancient cries Old Vos blood and southern gold Battle for the north untold Strike the stone — feel the ground Hear the iron hammer sound Tradition forged in frost and flame Silver comes — nothing stays the same Jana’s guild now shapes the game Rodina burns through the night Merchants claim the miner’s right Old Vos warriors watch in rage Silver writes a darker page For every coin the south may bring The north remembers older kings Strike the stone — let silver rise Hear the mountain’s ancient cries Old Vos blood and southern gold Battle for the north untold Strike the stone — feel the ground Hear the iron hammer sound Tradition forged in frost and flame Silver comes — nothing stays the same Yuri walked where the deep veins run Into the dark where none return Some say silver took his soul Some say he found the hidden lode Strike the stone — let silver rise Hear the mountain’s ancient cries Old Vos blood and southern gold Battle for the north untold Strike the stone — hear the roar Melýy wakes to silver war