Mead and Raiders

Raise your horns, oh mighty clan,

Storm the shores, where giants ran.

Echoes roar, the taste of pain,

In our veins, we ride again.

Norse winds call, through the night,

We sail by the stars, dark and bright.

Mead flows free, our spirits high,

Chasing loot 'neath the cold, gray sky.

Hear the drums, feel the ground,

Forge our path, without a doubt.

Drinking deep, our courage swells,

Tales of raiders, ringing bells.

Oh, mead and steel, we claim the day,

Raiding far, seeking prey.

Raise your voice, and join the cheer,

For the Viking's song, loud and clear.

Axes gleam, the foes our prize,

In the storm, no disguise.

Laughter loud, hearts ablaze,

In the darkness, our proud days.

Feel the power, in the stride,

Bound by honor, fierce and wide.

Drink till dawn, till the break,

For glory's sake, we risk, we take.

Oh, mead and steel, we claim the day,

Raiding far, seeking prey.

Raise your voice, and join the cheer,

For the Viking's song, loud and clear.

From fjord to land, the tales are spun,

Brave and bold, we carry on.

Old gods watch, as we advance,

In the dance of war, we dance.

So here's to mead, and mighty might,

Through storm and shadow, through the night.

Forever shall our legend be,

Vikings brave, wild, and free.