[Verse][dark male Voice] Waves crash like thunder, the longships drift ashore, With raven wings slicing the sky, we gather for war. In the heart of the night, the mead flows like blood, Raise your horns to the gods, let the feast become a flood. [Pre-Chorus][female Voice] Odin’s whispers haunt us, in shadows we stand, For glory and death, we carve our fates in the sand. In the hall of Valhalla, our laughter shall ring, But first we must conquer, and offer our sting. [Chorus][Duet male and female Voice] Welcome to the Mead Festival, where warriors unite, With chalices overflowing, we dance in the fight. Meat on the fire, smoke rising high, In this savage celebration, we live, we die! [Verse 2][dark male Voice] Fallen foes at our feet, like trophies of the feast, The blood of our enemies fuels the Viking beast. With axes gleaming, we summon the night, In the heart of the battle, we revel in might. [Pre-Chorus][female Voice] Odin’s gaze is upon us, his eyes cold as stone, In the wreckage of twilight, we claim what is our own. With the scent of mead sweet, and the roar of the flame, We carve our legends, we’ll never be tame. [Chorus][Duet male and female Voice] Welcome to the Mead Festival, where warriors unite, With chalices overflowing, we dance in the fight. Meat on the fire, smoke rising high, In this savage celebration, we live, we die! [Bridge][female Voice] In the grip of the night, where darkness delivers, The hearts of the brave turn to ice, then to slivers. As the storm clouds rage and the battle drums pound, We’ll sing to the fallen, the lost, and the found. [Verse 3][dark male Voice] Echoes of laughter drown out the cries, We toast to the dead as their memory flies. With mead in our bellies and blood on our hands, We dance in the shadows, we honor our bands. [Chorus][Duet male and female Voice] Welcome to the Mead Festival, where warriors unite, With chalices overflowing, we dance in the fight. Meat on the fire, smoke rising high, In this savage celebration, we live, we die! [Outro][dark male Voice] So raise your horns high, let the mead overflow, For in this festival of death, our spirits will glow. To Odin, to Valhalla, our spirits take flight, In the Mead Festival's embrace, we embrace the night!
