[Verse] Horned helmets in the dawn, smoke curls from the pyre, Blood on the stones, iron sparks in the fire. Runes carved deep, whispers sharp as a blade, Echo in the fjord, where the gods are obeyed. Drums in the chest, thud louder than a storm, We braid fate’s threads; the saga takes form. Odin’s eye in the raven, watching every breath, Hymns hum low, while we bargain with death. [Chorus] Oath of the fjord, where the waves bow low, Chant to the skies, let the old winds blow. Raise the mead, let the horns be poured, Faith in the fire, we’re bound by the fjord. [Verse 2] Sacrifice, the silver and the sheep, Gold in the earth, where the roots run deep. Chisel to the bark, prayers writ in pine, Offer to the gods what is yours, what is mine. The wolves howl back, they approve of the feast, Fenrir at the gates, but we dance with the beast. Longships glide, silhouettes of our creed, Hearth still warm, though the spirits recede. [Prechorus] Ashes to the wind, breath in the gale, Every chant is a bridge, every step tells the tale.


