From Börtnan’s frost, he rises bold, A tale untold, a thirst to hold. With stein in hand, he takes the road, To find the brew where gods have flowed! The wind it howls, the fjords they call, Jon’s name, it echoes through it all! A mighty quest, a hero’s fate, His journey starts, there’s no debate! Raise the flagon, ride the storm, Jon the aleborn, brave and warm! With hops and grain, his soul reborn, He rides to find the golden horn! His beard was thick, his heart was pure, Each step he took, the earth was sure! Through icy lands and mountains tall, Jon searched the depths, he’d drink it all! The runes were written, fate’s design, The brew divine was near in time! He marched ahead, no fear, no doubt, The aleborn’s quest would see him out! Raise the flagon, ride the storm, Jon the aleborn, brave and warm! With hops and grain, his soul reborn, He rides to find the golden horn! Through tavern halls, through darkened skies, Jon heard the songs, the ancient cries. The Brewblade forged, his hand to grip, The aleborn hero, he’d never slip! Raise the flagon, drink the night, Jon the aleborn’s quest takes flight! With barley’s blessing, crown him bright, The aleborn lives! The stars ignite!
