Northwind Answers

Brunhild's right there, taking the front.
Rooms glowing gold on the digital deck,
With the tide rising, putting doubts in check.
From the ice to the fire, bumping this sound,
Every bar we drop's a king being crowned.
We don't fear the storm, we are the gale,
Writing the story and folding the sail.
Droga and Brunhild, the ultimate pair.