In the shadow of the mountains, where the cold winds scream, Odin’s calling warriors, guiding us like a dream. With axes forged in fire, we sail the stormy tide, Bound by blood and honor, our spirits set with pride.
Through frostbitten valleys, where ancient echoes lie, We’ll carve our place in history as the northern eagles fly. Through the howling tempest, our destiny we chase,With hearts like raging thunder, we embrace the fierce embrace.
Raise the sails, the battle's near, Hear the horns of victory, echo loud and clear. In the halls of Valhalla, our legends brightly burn, Warriors of the north, to the gods we return.
Through eerie, misty forests, where shadows weave their tales, We follow the whispers of the ancient, wandering gales. With fire in our hearts, and steel that knows no fear, We carve our names in bloodlines, across these lands so sheer.
The tales of our fathers, in runes on stones so bold, Of dripping sword and shield-wall, where the brave claim their gold. With the haunting calls of ravens, guiding us through night, in the stillness before dawn, we prepare for the fight.
Raise the sails, the battle's near, Hear the horns of victory, echo loud and clear. In the halls of Valhalla, where the brave are forever young, Warriors of the north, to the tales of glory sung.
O’er the blood-soaked fields we march, with fate now in our sight, The Valkyries are dancing, guiding us to light. And when the shadows gather, as twilight’s grip draws near, We stand as mighty giants, unyielding, void of fear. For the blood of our brothers fuels the fire in our veins, With every clash of steel, our legacy remains. In the songs of the skalds, our stories will not fade, We are the echo of thunder, in the fearless songs we've made.
On the shores of distant lands, where our drakkars find new ground, With tales of fierce encounters, and treasures we have found. The clash of steel and thunder, a symphony of might, As we etch our saga boldly into the canvas of night.
With honor as our compass, the north wind in our sails, For in the hearts of warriors, passion never pales. In the glint of our swords, we see the dawn arise, Through the trials of our ancestors, we’ll reclaim the skies.
Raise the sails, the battle's near, Hear the horns of victory, echo loud and clear. In the halls of Valhalla, where our bonds forever stand, Warriors of the north, united hand in hand.
So sing, oh mighty warriors, let your fervor ignite, With the spirit of the Norsemen, we charge into the night. In the afterlife we gather, in the great beyond we strive, Eternal in our battle cries, forever we survive. As the stars above will witness, our legacy shall thrive, In the hearts of the future, where the spirit of the brave will rise.
Our laughter echoes golden, through the lands we once had known, In the endless halls of glory, where the seeds of pride are sown.
In the halls of Valhalla, where the brave are forever young, Warriors of the north, to the tales of glory sung.
Heathen_AJ
