viking

Across the fjords, beneath the sky,
the northern winds begin to cry.
Thunder rolls from mountain stone,
ancient runes begin to glow.
Upon his throne sits Odin still,
two ravens flying past the hill.
Gungnir shines beneath the sun,
the All-Father's watch has just begun.


Heya! Raise your voices high,
let them shake the northern sky!
Odin watches, Thor strikes flame,
Freya calls the warrior's name.
Tyr stands strong, Heimdall sees
Loki dances with the breeze.
From Midgard to the stars above,
we sing the gods we fear and love!


Frigg knows secrets yet untold,
Balder shines like morning gold.
Bragi sings through halls of stone,
Idunn guards the apples grown.
Njord commands the waves and tide,
Skadi walks where snow winds ride.
Ullr watches through the night,
while ancient fires burn bright.

Heya! Raise your voices high,
let them shake the northern sky!
Odin watches, Thor strikes flame,
Freya calls the warrior's name.
Tyr stands strong, Heimdall sees,
Loki dances with the breeze.
From Midgard to the stars above,
we sing the gods we fear and love!


Yggdrasil, the ancient tree,
holds the worlds of destiny.
Giants roar beyond the gate,
threads of fate are woven straight.
Through the storm and through the night,
embers keep the halls alight.
Drums resound and voices call,
echoing through Asgard's hall.

Final Chorus
Odin! Thor! Freya! Tyr!
Hear the ancient battle choir!
Heimdall! Frigg! Balder! Njord!
Let their names forever soar
Through the thunder, through the flame,
we will sing each ancient name.
From the roots of Yggdrasil,
the song of Asgard echoes still!

Nordisch wikinger