💙LIVE - #17 - I am the Shield - LONDON🤍

The performance opens with a hurdy-gurdy drone and faint fire crackle, joined by fingerstyle classical guitar and wooden flutes creating spacious, echoing textures, Helena’s lead vocals shift from fragile whispers to Nordic kulning calls, while the crowd responds with droning chants, echo harmonies, and powerful sing-alongs, Percussion enters sparingly—hand drum pulses mark ritual peaks, Ambient sounds—wind, shields, Helena’s breath—interweave for a primal, communal, live Viking folk ritual, Intimate and epic, each element supports the raw collective energy

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Link to the whole Live : 
https://suno.com/playlist/c45dc163-24ca-4377-9836-7e9f227d2767

I was not born for the songs of children, nor for the soft weaving of flax by the fire. My hands learned the earth before they knew the weight of a spindle. From my earliest days, I followed my parents across the farmstead, feeding goats, driving the oxen, and feeling the soil under my nails. While other girls laughed together, dreaming of jewelry and feasts, I found my joy in the quiet rhythm of work, in the sharp smell of hay, in the sound of rain striking the thatched roof. They called me strange, and I carried their words in silence. Friends were few, but the land spoke to me more honestly than they ever did.

As custom demanded, I married young. My husband was kind, eager to build a household strong enough to endure the winters. I thought perhaps I could grow content, though a restless fire always lingered in me. Yet the world has a way of testing even the most obedient of daughters. One night, in the smoke-thick air of the tavern, a drunken warrior’s eyes fell on me. His hand was rough, his breath sour with mead. I froze, my voice chained by shame. I told no one, not even my husband. I carried that night like a stone against my chest, heavy and hidden.

But in the silence of my burden, something hardened. I would not be prey again. Each morning, as others spoke of weaving, I trained in secret. I took the axe meant for splitting wood and learned its weight. I lifted the shield my father once carried, letting its rim bruise my arm until I grew strong enough to bear it. The day came when I no longer feared shadows.

I am no longer just a farmer’s daughter, nor simply a wife. I am shieldmaiden. My scars are my teachers, my silence my oath. I will defend my home, my kin, and myself with steel and fire. What was once weakness has become the edge of my blade.

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This is our last song… a small fire I want to share. It’s about home, and the strength we carry.

I am the shield
I am the shield
My soul will not yield
Through ashes revealed

You sound like the ancestors themselves.

From the fields I came, a child unseen
Unseen, unseen
A life of toil between earth and sky
Then shadows fell, a hand of shame
Shame, shame
I hid the wound, I learned to lie
But pain became the steel inside

I took the spear, I raised the shield
The shield, the shield
For blood and home I will not yield
Not yield, not yield
A maiden no more, a warrior sworn
I guard the fire, 
I guard the morn,
My name is held by voices steeled
(Shield! Shield!)

Through the fire we are revealed
Together we hold the shield

I am the shield
I am the shield
I rise from pain, unsealed
I am the shield
I breathe though scars were sealed
No wound will be concealed
I walk, unbroken, healed
I am the shield

The scars I bear are carved in stone
In stone, in stone
But never again will I stand alone
Through night and storm, I claim my place
Claim your place!
A voice of fury, a voice of grace
And in this fire, we are one

I am the...
[crowd] ...Shield!

Skjǫldr ek em.
Eldr ok blóð.
Heimr minn stendr.
Sár verða sverð.
Hljóð forn kallar.

Through the fire we are revealed
Together we hold the shield

I am the shield
I am the shield
From ashes our fate is sealed
I am the shield
For blood, for home, I’ll never kneel
Your voices are my field
Tonight our courage’s real
I am the shield

Through fire, revealed
In battle I wield

I AM THE...
SHIELD!
(I am the shield)

Tonight, you were the wall and the flame. We are Drakenfeld. We’ll remember this night forever. KIITOS!
[Crowd chanting] Dra-ken-feld! Kiitos! Kiitos! Kiitos! Kiitos!

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💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Link to the whole Live : https://suno.com/playlist/c45dc163-24ca-4377-9836-7e9f227d2767 I was not born for the songs of children, nor for the soft weaving of flax by the fire. My hands learned the earth before they knew the weight of a spindle. From my earliest days, I followed my parents across the farmstead, feeding goats, driving the oxen, and feeling the soil under my nails. While other girls laughed together, dreaming of jewelry and feasts, I found my joy in the quiet rhythm of work, in the sharp smell of hay, in the sound of rain striking the thatched roof. They called me strange, and I carried their words in silence. Friends were few, but the land spoke to me more honestly than they ever did. As custom demanded, I married young. My husband was kind, eager to build a household strong enough to endure the winters. I thought perhaps I could grow content, though a restless fire always lingered in me. Yet the world has a way of testing even the most obedient of daughters. One night, in the smoke-thick air of the tavern, a drunken warrior’s eyes fell on me. His hand was rough, his breath sour with mead. I froze, my voice chained by shame. I told no one, not even my husband. I carried that night like a stone against my chest, heavy and hidden. But in the silence of my burden, something hardened. I would not be prey again. Each morning, as others spoke of weaving, I trained in secret. I took the axe meant for splitting wood and learned its weight. I lifted the shield my father once carried, letting its rim bruise my arm until I grew strong enough to bear it. The day came when I no longer feared shadows. I am no longer just a farmer’s daughter, nor simply a wife. I am shieldmaiden. My scars are my teachers, my silence my oath. I will defend my home, my kin, and myself with steel and fire. What was once weakness has become the edge of my blade. 💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 This is our last song… a small fire I want to share. It’s about home, and the strength we carry. I am the shield I am the shield My soul will not yield Through ashes revealed You sound like the ancestors themselves. From the fields I came, a child unseen Unseen, unseen A life of toil between earth and sky Then shadows fell, a hand of shame Shame, shame I hid the wound, I learned to lie But pain became the steel inside I took the spear, I raised the shield The shield, the shield For blood and home I will not yield Not yield, not yield A maiden no more, a warrior sworn I guard the fire, I guard the morn, My name is held by voices steeled (Shield! Shield!) Through the fire we are revealed Together we hold the shield I am the shield I am the shield I rise from pain, unsealed I am the shield I breathe though scars were sealed No wound will be concealed I walk, unbroken, healed I am the shield The scars I bear are carved in stone In stone, in stone But never again will I stand alone Through night and storm, I claim my place Claim your place! A voice of fury, a voice of grace And in this fire, we are one I am the... [crowd] ...Shield! Skjǫldr ek em. Eldr ok blóð. Heimr minn stendr. Sár verða sverð. Hljóð forn kallar. Through the fire we are revealed Together we hold the shield I am the shield I am the shield From ashes our fate is sealed I am the shield For blood, for home, I’ll never kneel Your voices are my field Tonight our courage’s real I am the shield Through fire, revealed In battle I wield I AM THE... SHIELD! (I am the shield) Tonight, you were the wall and the flame. We are Drakenfeld. We’ll remember this night forever. KIITOS! [Crowd chanting] Dra-ken-feld! Kiitos! Kiitos! Kiitos! Kiitos!

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