💙07- M.E.A.D [Runes of Wyrd]🤍

Heavy Viking power metal, fast tempo, aggressive heroic energy, Blazing double bass drums, relentless kick, driving snare, high intensity rhythm, Distorted guitars with tremolo picking, palm muting, fast melodic riffs, epic harmonized leads, Massive low-end, tight punchy mix, Verses: powerful male lead vocals, wide range, deep gritty tones, harsh shouts, melodic warrior chants, Dynamic delivery, raw primal intensity, Viking folk layers: tagelharpa, war horns, bone percussion, subtle flute textures, Chorus: huge epic hook, chant-driven, Massive Viking choirs, gang vocals, call-and-response energy, Lyrics about mead, brotherhood, battle pride, Explosive guitars, soaring leads, thick harmonies, Atmosphere: testosterone-fueled, battle-ready, triumphant, Nordic war spirit, Production: ultra high quality, modern metal clarity, wide stereo, powerful compression, massive drums, dense layering

Album : https://suno.com/playlist/d3b85d17-41e5-4f6c-bfbc-4086191ed19e

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Trondheim pulsed with a different energy than Skalvheim. Less open to the winds of the world, more rooted in its own strength, the city breathed a dense, almost austere prosperity. On the harbor, ropes creaked, merchants’ voices tangled together, and longships formed a forest of masts reaching toward a pale sky.

As Helena followed the princess toward her chambers, Torstein, who had lingered behind, let a wide grin spread across his face. He placed a heavy hand on Bruno’s shoulder.

"So, boy… how old are you?"

The tone was deliberately condescending, almost mocking.

Bruno straightened slightly. "Sixteen. And I am not a boy."

Torstein burst out laughing. "Oh, we have spirit. I like that."

He grabbed a tankard of mead and filled it to the brim, letting it spill over his fingers.

"You drink?"

"Yes… well… not much. My sister does not really approve."

Torstein waved it off. "Your sister is not here. This is Trondheim. We live."

He handed the tankard to Bruno, then gestured to Mikell. "You, one-eye, come join us."

Mikell stepped forward without a word, settling in with an ease that felt almost unsettling.

Torstein studied Bruno more closely. "You do not really look like you are from here. Where are you from?"

Bruno hesitated for a brief moment. "I was born here. I am a Viking. But… my mother was not."

"Oh yeah? And where was she from?"

Silence lingered.

"She died when I was born. I never knew her."

Torstein narrowed his eyes slightly. He understood. He did not push further.

"Alright…" He raised his tankard. "Dubious faith or not… we can still enjoy this."

He drank deeply, then let out a loud belch that triggered laughter and applause around them.

He slammed his tankard against the table. "Come on!"

Bruno, caught in the moment, did the same and drank it down in one go. Instantly, he coughed, his face tightening.

Torstein roared with laughter and struck him hard on the back. Bruno lurched forward under the force.

"There! Now you are one of us!"

Mikell watched the scene with a faint smile.

Then he looked up at Torstein. "Tell me… what is your role here? The princess’s guard dog?"

Silence fell.

In a flash, Torstein drew a small axe and pressed it under Mikell’s throat. His gaze turned cold.

"Watch your words."

A few seconds passed. Then suddenly, he burst out laughing and lowered the weapon.

"Yeah… you could say that."

He tilted his head toward Mikell. "But you… who are you really? Walking around like you own the place. Are you the redhead’s husband?"

Mikell nearly choked on his drink. "Helena? No… we met on the road. I travel. I learn. I observe."

Bruno leaned in, eyes shining. "What have you seen?"

Mikell leaned closer, lowering his voice.

"I have seen Thor strike the sky, tearing clouds apart with his hammer. I have seen ghost ships drifting between worlds. I have heard the roots of a vast tree whisper secrets no man should ever hear…"

Bruno hung on every word.

Torstein burst out laughing. "Yeah, sure… and did you see giants dancing too? You have just eaten too many mushrooms."

Mikell ignored him completely and continued, almost at Bruno’s ear.

"I have seen the gods. They exist. Even if… we feel them less now. But they are still there. I know it."

Torstein scoffed. "Of course they are. It is a trial. But some have forgotten… your jarl, for example. And his red-haired daughter. Can we even call them Vikings anymore?"

Bruno lifted his head sharply.

"You do not know us. You know nothing of what we have endured. Do you think we chose this? My father… he saw a path. Maybe you are strong… but try to understand before you judge."

Torstein stepped closer, his gaze hard. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter again and struck Bruno’s back once more.

"You have guts. I like that."

He filled another tankard.

That was when a scream tore through the air.

A cry from the royal chambers.

Then another, sharper, filled with terror.

"Father!"

Torstein’s smile vanished instantly. He dropped his tankard and rushed forward.

Bruno and Mikell exchanged a glance, then followed without hesitation.

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Raise the horns, let the fire speak tonight
Blood and salt still cling to every hand
Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah!
We are the storm they whisper through the land

He grabbed my shoulder like I owed him breath
I said sixteen, not some child to test
He laughed so loud it shook the wooden hall
Not a boy... I said it once for all
He filled the cup till gold ran down his skin
Said drink it fast, let the storm begin
I drank... I choked... the fire hit my chest
Gods... it burns

He asked me where my blood was carved from stone
I said I’m born here... still I stand alone
My mother... gone... I never knew her name
His eyes read through me, saw the hidden shame
Then laughter broke like axes on the board
(He drank, he roared!) The whole damn hall adored
And I just stood there trying not to break
Don’t push me

You think you know what makes a man stand tall
You know nothing... nothing at all!!

Raise your cup and drown the gods in gold
We drink for truths we’re never told
Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah!
Laugh like kings before we all collapse
Spit on fear and bury all the past
Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah!
We are alive, so drink it to the end
Even liars still defend

"Hey! Fill it up! No... not like that!" Clank!
"Hah! You call that drinking? Watch me!"
Gulp gulp "Gods... that hits" BURP
"Hahaha! You’re dying already!"
"No... I’m fine... I’m... I’m... alright..."
Table slam "Again! AGAIN!"

He called my father weak before my face
Said we betrayed the gods, our blood, our place
I felt it rise... that fire in my throat
You know nothing... nothing that we wrote
We chose a path you’d never understand
Not all wars need a sword in hand
Maybe your strength is just a louder cry
Think deeper

Drink your mead!
M.E.A... M.E.A.D. Yeah!
Raise your cup!
M.E.A... M.E.A.D. Yeah!

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In the picture, from left to right: Bruno Arvast – Helena’s half-brother, son of Jarl Mikal‑Finnvard Arvast and Min Shieldthrower Torstein Orrisson – Personal bodyguard of Skörta and loyal servant of the Eldrún family Mikell Skar - A mysterious wanderer Album : https://suno.com/playlist/d3b85d17-41e5-4f6c-bfbc-4086191ed19e 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Trondheim pulsed with a different energy than Skalvheim. Less open to the winds of the world, more rooted in its own strength, the city breathed a dense, almost austere prosperity. On the harbor, ropes creaked, merchants’ voices tangled together, and longships formed a forest of masts reaching toward a pale sky. As Helena followed the princess toward her chambers, Torstein, who had lingered behind, let a wide grin spread across his face. He placed a heavy hand on Bruno’s shoulder. "So, boy… how old are you?" The tone was deliberately condescending, almost mocking. Bruno straightened slightly. "Sixteen. And I am not a boy." Torstein burst out laughing. "Oh, we have spirit. I like that." He grabbed a tankard of mead and filled it to the brim, letting it spill over his fingers. "You drink?" "Yes… well… not much. My sister does not really approve." Torstein waved it off. "Your sister is not here. This is Trondheim. We live." He handed the tankard to Bruno, then gestured to Mikell. "You, one-eye, come join us." Mikell stepped forward without a word, settling in with an ease that felt almost unsettling. Torstein studied Bruno more closely. "You do not really look like you are from here. Where are you from?" Bruno hesitated for a brief moment. "I was born here. I am a Viking. But… my mother was not." "Oh yeah? And where was she from?" Silence lingered. "She died when I was born. I never knew her." Torstein narrowed his eyes slightly. He understood. He did not push further. "Alright…" He raised his tankard. "Dubious faith or not… we can still enjoy this." He drank deeply, then let out a loud belch that triggered laughter and applause around them. He slammed his tankard against the table. "Come on!" Bruno, caught in the moment, did the same and drank it down in one go. Instantly, he coughed, his face tightening. Torstein roared with laughter and struck him hard on the back. Bruno lurched forward under the force. "There! Now you are one of us!" Mikell watched the scene with a faint smile. Then he looked up at Torstein. "Tell me… what is your role here? The princess’s guard dog?" Silence fell. In a flash, Torstein drew a small axe and pressed it under Mikell’s throat. His gaze turned cold. "Watch your words." A few seconds passed. Then suddenly, he burst out laughing and lowered the weapon. "Yeah… you could say that." He tilted his head toward Mikell. "But you… who are you really? Walking around like you own the place. Are you the redhead’s husband?" Mikell nearly choked on his drink. "Helena? No… we met on the road. I travel. I learn. I observe." Bruno leaned in, eyes shining. "What have you seen?" Mikell leaned closer, lowering his voice. "I have seen Thor strike the sky, tearing clouds apart with his hammer. I have seen ghost ships drifting between worlds. I have heard the roots of a vast tree whisper secrets no man should ever hear…" Bruno hung on every word. Torstein burst out laughing. "Yeah, sure… and did you see giants dancing too? You have just eaten too many mushrooms." Mikell ignored him completely and continued, almost at Bruno’s ear. "I have seen the gods. They exist. Even if… we feel them less now. But they are still there. I know it." Torstein scoffed. "Of course they are. It is a trial. But some have forgotten… your jarl, for example. And his red-haired daughter. Can we even call them Vikings anymore?" Bruno lifted his head sharply. "You do not know us. You know nothing of what we have endured. Do you think we chose this? My father… he saw a path. Maybe you are strong… but try to understand before you judge." Torstein stepped closer, his gaze hard. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter again and struck Bruno’s back once more. "You have guts. I like that." He filled another tankard. That was when a scream tore through the air. A cry from the royal chambers. Then another, sharper, filled with terror. "Father!" Torstein’s smile vanished instantly. He dropped his tankard and rushed forward. Bruno and Mikell exchanged a glance, then followed without hesitation. 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Raise the horns, let the fire speak tonight Blood and salt still cling to every hand Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah! We are the storm they whisper through the land He grabbed my shoulder like I owed him breath I said sixteen, not some child to test He laughed so loud it shook the wooden hall Not a boy... I said it once for all He filled the cup till gold ran down his skin Said drink it fast, let the storm begin I drank... I choked... the fire hit my chest Gods... it burns He asked me where my blood was carved from stone I said I’m born here... still I stand alone My mother... gone... I never knew her name His eyes read through me, saw the hidden shame Then laughter broke like axes on the board (He drank, he roared!) The whole damn hall adored And I just stood there trying not to break Don’t push me You think you know what makes a man stand tall You know nothing... nothing at all!! Raise your cup and drown the gods in gold We drink for truths we’re never told Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah! Laugh like kings before we all collapse Spit on fear and bury all the past Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah! We are alive, so drink it to the end Even liars still defend "Hey! Fill it up! No... not like that!" Clank! "Hah! You call that drinking? Watch me!" Gulp gulp "Gods... that hits" BURP "Hahaha! You’re dying already!" "No... I’m fine... I’m... I’m... alright..." Table slam "Again! AGAIN!" He called my father weak before my face Said we betrayed the gods, our blood, our place I felt it rise... that fire in my throat You know nothing... nothing that we wrote We chose a path you’d never understand Not all wars need a sword in hand Maybe your strength is just a louder cry Think deeper Raise your cup and drown the gods in gold We drink for truths we’re never told Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah! Laugh like kings before we all collapse Spit on fear and bury all the past Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah! Raise your cup and drown the gods in gold We drink for truths we’re never told Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah! Laugh like kings before we all collapse Spit on fear and bury all the past Drink your mead! M.E.A.D. Yeah! We are alive, so drink it to the end Even liars still defend Drink your mead! M.E.A... M.E.A.D. Yeah! Raise your cup! M.E.A... M.E.A.D. Yeah!

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