💙LIVE - #2 - Blood of the Berserker's Child - LONDON🤍

Live female lead singer banter, energic song, crowd on fire, Live band, crowd cheering, crowd singing, crowd sing-along, live performance, Powerful, energic, Melodic Death Metal with Viking Folk Energy – Live Sound, Fast, melodic Scandinavian death metal infused with primal Viking folk, Sharp riffs, controlled blast beats, epic breaks, and haunting melodies, Female lead vocals switch between guttural growls, fierce screams, and incantatory clean chants, Backing male vocals join for war-like calls: “FATHER! — DEAD!”, “BLOOD! — INHERITED!”, Audience roars refrains, stomps feet, chants “RAGE!”, claps in rhythm, Verses: tight and aggressive; choruses: massive, mid-tempo, melodic, Bridge: ritual tension with tribal drums, tagelharpa, and low didgeridoo, Outro: crowd screams final word, FX: war bells, chain rattles, amplified heartbeats, blood impacts, Live ambiance with mic bleed, natural reverb, and arena roar, The child of the berserker rises on stage—ancient rage meets metal fury

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

Blood of the Berserker’s Child is not a song about war, it’s a song about inheritance, the kind that doesn’t come with gold or name, but with something darker. It tells the story of a girl born to a man the world only remembers through screams. Her father was a berserker, a war-hound unleashed in ancient battles, so consumed by bloodlust that not even the gods dared claim him. He vanished into legend, into fire, into myth, leaving behind nothing but a woman with a torn heart, and a child who would never know softness.

She grew up in silence, in sideways glances, in a village that feared her more than it pitied her. No one said it aloud, but they saw him in her eyes, in the way she clenched her fists when the wind howled, in the way she stood too still when others played. Rage came to her uninvited, sharp and sudden, like lightning finding its way home. She didn’t want to be her father’s daughter. But she was. And when the drums began to echo across the hills, when the wolves started circling again, she stopped running from the truth.

This song is her cry, not of vengeance, but of reclamation. She doesn’t want redemption. She doesn’t even want understanding. She wants the world to know: she carries his fury, yes, but it is hers now. And if she burns, it will be on her own terms.

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Whow!!
I can see you're ALL ON FIRE FOLKS!!!!!
Well well well... Let's see what you can do now british people...

This one is called... blood.. OF...THE... BERSERKER'S CHILD!!!!

LET'S GO!!

Born of rage, I howl alone
Father lost in war and bone
Blood like fire, cursed and black
Berserker's breath upon my back

No cradle songs, no name to speak
Flesh remembers when the mind is weak
A child of war, not born but torn
Steel and silence shaped my form

YOU ARE FANTASTIC LONDON!!!!

I wear his scars, though never met
His fury etched beneath my flesh
A nameless howl in northern wind
I carry what he left within

Can you hear the blood inside?
Can you feel the beast arise?

Blood! (Blóð!)
Steel! (Stál!)
Born to fight! (Føddr til stríðs!)
No fear! (Engi ótti!)
Roar! (Gnýr!)
Break the chain! (Slíta fjötur!)
My name! (Nafn mitt!)
Berserker's child! (Berserksbarn!)

We are going to have a great time all together, YOU ARE INSANE VIKINGS!!!

I saw him once, a shadow tall
In firelight against the wall
Eyes like war, a soul insane
He left behind more than his name
His blood in me, a burning brand
I kill with my father’s hand

Now I run with open scars
No prayer can hold back stars
The rage is mine, the war begun
I am my father’s only son

Can you hear the blood inside?
Can you feel the beast arise?

ONE TWO THREE FOUR!

No peace for blood
No name, no god
I carry war
Until I'm gone

WE ARE DRAKENFELD AND TONIGHT LONDON IS FOR YOU!!

SHOW ME YOUR AXES MY FRIENDS COM'ON!!

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💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Link to the whole Live : https://suno.com/playlist/c45dc163-24ca-4377-9836-7e9f227d2767 Blood of the Berserker’s Child is not a song about war, it’s a song about inheritance, the kind that doesn’t come with gold or name, but with something darker. It tells the story of a girl born to a man the world only remembers through screams. Her father was a berserker, a war-hound unleashed in ancient battles, so consumed by bloodlust that not even the gods dared claim him. He vanished into legend, into fire, into myth, leaving behind nothing but a woman with a torn heart, and a child who would never know softness. She grew up in silence, in sideways glances, in a village that feared her more than it pitied her. No one said it aloud, but they saw him in her eyes, in the way she clenched her fists when the wind howled, in the way she stood too still when others played. Rage came to her uninvited, sharp and sudden, like lightning finding its way home. She didn’t want to be her father’s daughter. But she was. And when the drums began to echo across the hills, when the wolves started circling again, she stopped running from the truth. This song is her cry, not of vengeance, but of reclamation. She doesn’t want redemption. She doesn’t even want understanding. She wants the world to know: she carries his fury, yes, but it is hers now. And if she burns, it will be on her own terms. 💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Whow!! I can see you're ALL ON FIRE FOLKS!!!!! Well well well... Let's see what you can do now british people... This one is called... blood.. OF...THE... BERSERKER'S CHILD!!!! LET'S GO!! Born of rage, I howl alone Father lost in war and bone Blood like fire, cursed and black Berserker's breath upon my back No cradle songs, no name to speak Flesh remembers when the mind is weak A child of war, not born but torn Steel and silence shaped my form YOU ARE FANTASTIC LONDON!!!! I wear his scars, though never met His fury etched beneath my flesh A nameless howl in northern wind I carry what he left within Can you hear the blood inside? Can you feel the beast arise? Blood! (Blóð!) Steel! (Stál!) Born to fight! (Føddr til stríðs!) No fear! (Engi ótti!) Roar! (Gnýr!) Break the chain! (Slíta fjötur!) My name! (Nafn mitt!) Berserker's child! (Berserksbarn!) We are going to have a great time all together, YOU ARE INSANE VIKINGS!!! I saw him once, a shadow tall In firelight against the wall Eyes like war, a soul insane He left behind more than his name His blood in me, a burning brand I kill with my father’s hand Now I run with open scars No prayer can hold back stars The rage is mine, the war begun I am my father’s only son Can you hear the blood inside? Can you feel the beast arise? ONE TWO THREE FOUR! Blood! (Blóð!) Steel! (Stál!) Born to fight! (Føddr til stríðs!) No fear! (Engi ótti!) Roar! (Gnýr!) Break the chain! (Slíta fjötur!) My name! (Nafn mitt!) Berserker's child! (Berserksbarn!) No peace for blood No name, no god I carry war Until I'm gone WE ARE DRAKENFELD AND TONIGHT LONDON IS FOR YOU!! SHOW ME YOUR AXES MY FRIENDS COM'ON!!

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