Dear Father of all, You are my shield,
I kneel to You alone — to the storm I never yield.
Before the fjord, before the war, I lay my iron down,
And every scar becomes a psalm the frozen north sings loud.

I've walked through the whiteout with my faith along my spine,
Buried men I loved, and still I trusted the design.
When the axes came for morning and the whole sky went black,
You were the wall behind me that I never had to ask.
They say a warrior bows to none — but that's a younger man's pride,
It takes the harder spirit to lay the ego aside.
I don't beg for the battle, I give thanks for the ground,
Grace is the armor that the arrogant never found.

Cover me, carry me,
Through the long dark of the ice.

I kneel to You alone — to the storm I never yield,
Every scar becomes a psalm... You are my shield.

Ravens over the mead-hall, thunder in the beams,
I've been the broken vessel that You mended at the seams.
Testimony of the frostbite, of the nights I should have died,
Every winter that I buried, You were kneeling at my side.
I don't march for the glory, I march because I'm kept,
The covenant of mercy is a debt I won't forget.
Give me strength to shield the weak, not power to be feared —
The mightiest of all the wolves is the one that's humbly steered.

Father of all, Allfather, keeper of the dawn —
I do not ask You to remove the storm.
I ask You to remain my shield inside it.
Amen. And onward.

Hallelujah in the frost. Hallelujah in the fight.
The Father holds the shield, so the wolf can hold the light.

Dear Father of all, You are my shield,
I kneel to You alone — to the storm I never yield.
Every scar became a psalm, every wound became a crown,
Hallelujah! the whole north is kneeling down.

You are my shield.
Father of all.
Amen — and onward.