Eric Veta
New Single — Available March 27, 2026
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Eric Veta
A ferocious cinematic anthem born from Norse mythology and blizzard-swept landscapes. Northern Squall channels the raw power of a Viking storm — driving electronic production meets thunderous, battle-ready vocals, painting a world of ice, iron, and unyielding resolve.
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Frostbit ground where the long night calls
Salt in my veins and the crash of squalls
I learned my name from the wind and oar
Steel in my hands, but I long for more
I hear the voices in raven’s cries
A light of truth in the northern skies
I was born from a northern squall
Forged in the gale when the black seas fall
I won’t boast of blood or the men I slew
Only stand by the vows I swore were true
I was born from a northern squall
If the storm takes all, let it take me whole
If the gods demand a name to know
Let it be mine when the cold winds blow
Scarred hands tell what my tongue won’t say
I’ve knelt to the earth where the fallen lay
No crown I seek, no song I claim
Only leave this world without shame
I feel my fate in the drumbeat’s call
A steady heart in the face of all
I was born from a northern squall
Forged in the gale when the black seas fall
I won’t boast of blood or the men I slew
Only stand by the vows I swore were true
I was born from a northern squall
If the storm takes all, let it take me whole
If the gods demand a name to know
Let it be mine when the cold winds blow
