Nordic Noel #❄️Ft Clever Lyrx [TRA Winterfest]

https://discord.gg/tra-studio [Verse 1] Snow on the mounds where our kin rest long, Pine-smoke climbs with the war-drum song. Torches flare by the fjordside hall, Oak-beams shake with the shieldwall call. Crimson and green on the ring of spears, Runes in the mead-hall mark our years. Longships rest on the harbor’s rim, While the skalds tell Jól-tales, fierce and grim. [Pre-Chorus] Bronze bells clang through the winter gale, Wolves of the high pass lift their wail. Skål to the Allfather, let this hall hear, Winter rides in, yet we hold no fear! [Chorus] Let the snow fly, raise your horns to the winter sky! Sing this Nordic Noel till the saga will not die. Through the long frost, we will shout till the dawn draws nigh, Let the snow fly, raise your horns to the winter sky! [Verse 2] Boots mark paths where the fjell winds sting, Runes on the rafters flare and sing. Over the longhouse, see the star-host sway, Like a twisted carol on the old sky-way. Silver rime crowns the Jól-pine tall, Iron-forged tokens line the hall. Young ones laugh as red shards climb high, While Valkyries wheel through the northern sky. [Pre-Chorus] Bronze bells clang through the winter gale, Wolves of the high pass lift their wail. Skål to the Allfather, let this hall hear, Winter rides in, yet we hold no fear! [Chorus] Let the snow fly, raise your horns to the winter sky! Sing this Nordic Noel till the saga will not die. Through the long frost, we will shout till the dawn draws nigh, Let the snow fly, raise your horns to the winter sky! [Bridge / Chant] Jól-flame leaping while the cold winds flay, We stand firm on this Norse-born clay. Under world-tree branches towering high, We send our toast to the Asgard sky. (Chant – call and response) VOICES: Skål! Skål! LEAD: Let the horn-rims rise! VOICES: Skål! Skål! LEAD: For the old gods’ eyes! ALL: Let the snow fly where the brave clans ride! [Final Chorus] Let the snow fly, raise your horns to the winter sky! Sing this Nordic Noel till the saga will not die. Through the long frost, we will shout till the dawn draws nigh, Let the snow fly, raise your horns to the winter sky! [Outro – shouted] Nordic Noel! Mead and steel, this feast! Jól-bless from the hall to the winter-white!