Scotland/Celtic/Vikings music

A new age dawns. A new sun rises. A new season begins. We meet the day as warriors — without fear, without plea. And though darkness devours the sky, though the days grow black, we still press onward and wrench the light from the deep, for the sun belongs to those who never lower their heads. Forgive me, all whom I have wronged — you were truly worthy. Had I the power to bring you back, I would call you from the dark.