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💙LIVE - #8 - Ironblood of the shieldmaidens - LONDON [@Akiko]🤍

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Long live female banter intro, Live female lead singer banter, energic song, violent, circle pit, fast tempo, crowd on fire, Live band, crowd cheering, crowd singing, crowd sing-along, live performance, Powerful, energic, Ritual Viking War Metal with pounding tribal drums, blackened textures, and fierce female lead vocals that shift between melodic rage and shouted war cries, War-drums, floor toms, stomps, and crowd claps drive the rhythm like a battlefield ritual, Guitars are down-tuned (B or A), palm-muted, grinding, with short melodic leads echoing ancient runes, Backing vocals form a warrior choir — whispering, shouting, invoking, The crowd becomes part of the music, chanting “Ironblood! Shieldblood!” in unison, Melodic bridges feature tagelharpa, bass lyre, and drone flutes, Ambient layers include fire, bone rattles, wind, Raw, live energy with flaws left in — echoing cheers, offbeat stomps, torchlit chaos, A storm-forged myth made sound
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💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 I just want to thank you in front of the whole crowd my dear friend Akiko >>>>> https://suno.com/@princessakikoheartfield <<<<< Link to the wonderful gift she gave me : (and don't forget to like, support her & subscribe!! ) 💙🤍 >>>>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FP3lIi-UtKQ <<<<< 💙🤍 Link to the whole Live : https://suno.com/playlist/c45dc163-24ca-4377-9836-7e9f227d2767 In the hush before dawn, deep in the stone sanctum beneath the longhouse, the Shieldmaidens kneel in a circle of flame. Girls with trembling hands and wild eyes, mothers who’ve lost more than they speak of. They press blades to palms, let blood kiss iron, and whisper oaths into the bones of the earth. Oaths not of vengeance, but of protection. For the children left sleeping. For the fire that must not die. They are not soft. They are not forgotten. They train in silence, hidden from the eyes of men , war dances carved into their bodies, breath chanted with the gods. They speak to Freyja in rust-red tongues and mark their shields with runes older than memory. They are not warriors of conquest, but of consequence. When the walls shake and hope falters, it is they who rise first , barefoot, wrathful, sacred. 💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 OK my friends... for this one, I want to pay tribute to my precious friend... Princess AKIKOOOO!!! If you don't know about the wonderful gift she gave me, you know what you should do? Go check her Youtube channel after the show and please... don't forget to subscribe OK? Do it for me! OK so now... Let's honnor women for my princess.... It's time to play... Ironblood of the shieldmaidens Blóð í mold, bróðir drepinn Hjarta kallar, hrafninn veit Járn í sál, skjaldmær vakið Við eldinn eið, við steininn trú They left with sails of wolfskin white We stayed and fed the fires at night In bone and smoke, the rites begun Shieldmaidens rise , we are the sun Soot on hands, blades to the sky Oaths are carved while runes still cry Blood on stone, the old gods hear Through flames, we forge the path of fear A circle bound in fire and spear HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! "FANTASTIC!" Járnblóð vaknar við móðurskrik Hjartasverð rist í lík Systir stendur , eld í blikk Við rituál, brennum svik Skjöldur reist, barn græt frið Valfreyja ser, meyjar stríð Grár regn fell, ei angan blíð Við blóð ei grát, við bann ei lið All right folks, com'on! We do not wait by quiet doors We watch the dark and walk the wars Each child’s breath is iron-bound Each oath we swear shakes holy ground Our war is silence, deep and loud We bleed in fire, we chant in frost We give to gods what others lost ONE TWO THREE FOUR! Born in ash, forged in cry Sister flame that never dies Oath to death, we stand and rise Storm and soul, our battle hymn Blades of mothers, wrath within We do not kneel, we do not dim lo lololo lololo hey! Járn yfir hold Skjaldmær móðir Ginnungablóð Skuggar óðir “IRON! BLOOD! IRON! BLOOD!” You hear us now, not by name But through the clash, through the flame We are the storm they never tamed We are the howl (HOWL!) We are the shield (SHIELD!) We guard the soul (SOUL!) We never yield (YIELD!) Steel in the cradle Fire in the drum Blood in the vessel We do not run AGAIN!... ONE TWO THREE FOUR! Born in ash, forged in cry Sister flame that never dies Oath to death, we stand and rise Storm and soul, our battle hymn Blades of mothers, wrath within We do not kneel, we do not dim Dóttir, bróðir, rist á stein Skjaldmær glóir, býr til bein Við eldr við sær, við hjarta mein Við ætt, við blóð, við seiðr og bein "You are amazing my friends, you honor all the shieldmaidens who fell in battle to protect their loved ones!" We bleed in fire, we chant in frost We give to gods what others lost LAST ONE ONE TWO THREE FOUR! We rise where fire fed the flame We carve the truth in ancient name We dance with death, we own the shame We strike for those the dark forgot We are the storm , we are the lot We break, we roar , but falter not Ironblood! Shieldblood! Ironblood! Shieldblood! Ironblood! Shieldblood! Ironblood! Shieldblood! "Kiitos paljon my friends, I love you, you are extraordinary, what an atmosphere! fuck yeah!!" "This one was for you my Princess Akiko! I love you!"