1. The Departure

(intro)

2. Fara I Viking

Show has covered Nordic lands
Frozen is the earth beneath
How can we endure this winter
Without food and empty hands?

The elders are dying younger
The lads don't get that old
Rather than eat rotten fish
Keep surstromming at bay!

Shall the wood beneath imposing longships
Kiss the waves of seas and rivers course

Sage the raiders strike for main
A centre of trade gives the most gain
Coins below our decks
These goals we'll seal ourselves at dawn...

Moon mantle's bright
The coast's within our reach
Bye weakling ones
Sooner is your final doom

Bird's muse goes asunder
As a bad dreaming though
Sun's born shining black

It's time to go out raiding
Fara I Viking!
As white sheep among the wolves
The raided will flee or fall

The elders are dying younger
The lads don't get that old
Rather than eat rotten fish
Keep surstromming at bay!

Towards the final hour
We feast upon our gain
In exchange a disembowel
Or mean godspeed

3. From Hel To Asgard

Which secrets are kept by this timeless being?
How much weight their branches have still to endure?

With a dense foliage it
Hides a cumbersome truth
For inwards is a burden of nine worlds!

Descending from the heavens
To the top of this giant tree
The air fizzles and sparks erupts
From nowhere to see

Multi colour rainbow named bifrost
A highway to mortal's host

The cosmic tree, never rests, never plea
It's name Yggdrasil
Grows of the past and forever will last
Even with Nidhogg at it's hell

Sturdy roots bind planes together
From Hel to Asgard
The spiritual and physical life
Is carried by elongated arms

A channel of vitality to the slums
As a well, a spring, or a fountain it brings
Brings the substance outwards
Defiantly is resists to the passage of time
To never collapse

But it's roots are chewed by the accursed Nidhogg
Other perils lurks with the form of ants
With hunger they feast upon it's buds and leaves

From the underworld
Serpents attack the most tender wood
Leaving wide gashes where pieces
Of vibrant bark stood

These wounds are repaired
Every morning by norns
Sprinkling them with water
Preventing it's decay

The cosmic tree, never rests, never plea
It's name Yggdrasil
Grows of the past and forever will last
Even with Nidhogg at it's hell

4. Ofiússa (A Terra Das Serpentes)

Receding past their birth
These lands of vast shores
Stood pristine to every man
All but the forgotten ones

Who were these settler's of old?
Of whom ancient Greeks have known
Our prelude was almost lost
The first legacy

People of the serpents
Oestreminis
Land of the ophi
My sweet Ophiussa

Beyond, beware!
Unknown! The void!
An endless ocean
Tomb for daring trespassers

This primordial soil
Fertile, dynamic, in constant turmoil
Unveils a seed

May it develop, grow,
Expanded by ductile bronze
Absorbed, claims by hungry roots
Maintaining this gaunting obsession

A spring of fire looms, spills ignites
Flames of war and dust

The winter of a kingdom
The story yet to unfold

Our story has to unfold

Esta porta transporta a essência;
Do etéreo, ausência da razão...
Para trás: a eterna vespertina
Sombrio, um vulto de nação

Num rasgo, é alcançado o momento
A passagem p'ra outra dimensão
As serpentes carregam seu portento
O despertar d'Ofiússa!

People of the serpents
Oestreminis
Land of the ophi
My sweet Ophiussa

Beyond, beware!
Unknown! The void!
An endless ocean
Tomb for daring trespassers

Your grounds have encompassed
Half of our bloodline source
To the south, we'll gather out
All of what remains

The scripts in Tartassian
Leads to the Cynetes's lore
Or beyond, formation of the serpe real...

People of the serpents
Oestreminis
Land of the ophi
My sweet Ophiussa

Beyond, beware!
Unknown! The void!
An endless ocean
Tomb for daring trespassers

5. Mead Of Poetry

For eras of torpor
Midgardians wandered
Empty of spirit and joy
Confined to live a dull existence

Praise the day of change
Sudden shift of fate
At last a reason to dream for
To drink for all eternity

The true vial of inspiration
Shortest path to wisdom
It was brought to the heart of Midgard
What a lavish gift of gods!

By the blood of kvasir
Blended with the finest honey
The meat of poetry breached
From void to creation

We raise these wooden mugs
To kill our thirst
For each drop a renewed insight

There's no easier way
To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil
A bunch of mysteries about this world

By the blood of kvasir
Blended with the finest honey
The meat of poetry breached
From void to creation

We raise these wooden mugs
To kill our thirst
For each drop a renewed insight

There's no easier way
To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil
A bunch of mysteries about this world

As one we hail the brewed juice
Let it spread through our inner veins

High the spirits lift
With dozens of gulps of mead
The feet start trampling each other
Happily dancing a foolish dance

We abstract the sense of time
And drift inside this untamed flow
But before it dies away
Chanting remember this gift of the gods

From the divine spit
Kvasir was born
Enlightened being
He couldn't be wrong

Killed by dwarves
Split in three
Such is the tale
Mead of poetry

6. Triskelion Horde Is Nigh

Three horns, Triskelion!

Welcome moving mass of seasoned men
That face rain and the wildest storms
Stoically with the same commotion of
Squashing a pile of worms.
We travel for miles. Miles, yards...
Not a difference to us
Upon our shoulders we carry this heavy fur
Some may call us savages
But wilder shall be their dread if we clash in battle

Set on a cloud of dust
A line of warriors
Cover the horizon

They march scattered
No order is required
To wreak havoc upon the puny
Tentative threats...

Combined with the dimness of the pale sun
Reddened hair and beard
Undulates to the omnipresent seashore winds
Serpenting like the bowels of their victims...

No one can tell
Which will be their destination
No living being can tell
The destruction they're able to unleash

A rude strategy they apply to the battlefield
The fundaments are basic
To tame the flesh rendering it apart

Three horns!

With pride they bear ornate shields
Painted with an icon

Three horns, a Triskelion!

7. Odhinn's Cult

Soaked and muddy if the soil
Thunder connects distant mountains
An old track leads upwards
Up to the fringe of the tallest fjord

Countless have dreamed with this place
The closest to the plane of Asgard
Few had the courage to believe
And to release the berserker affray

Strange, the breeze is carrying over
Whispers, noise and sounds resembling words
Formulae of unbounded rage and pain
A receipt for a deadly mindset way

Time and place is right
The words reveal themselves

Thou must hunt a beast wolf
Under the darkest winter night
Sip the fresh blood while still warm
Grasp the sense that all is prey

When the heat of battle ignites
Roaring in waves engulfing thy heart
Burning fire will be summoned
In pure frenzy harvest enemy's lives

Soaked and muddy if the soil
Thunder connects distant mountains
An old track leads upwards
Up to the fringe of the tallest fjord

Countless have dreamed with this place
The closest to the plane of Asgard
Few had the courage to believe
And to release the berserker affray

Strange, the breeze is carrying over
Whispers, noise and sounds resembling words...

8. At The Sumbel

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9. Cold Tempered

Born impure, hiding behind the crust
This raw material awaits

In disguise it blends with other elements
Holding for the rise of a superior civilization

From the day it was unearthed
For smelting precious ore
Punished by men, pressing it to the anvil
Shaped into a punisher, a punisher itself

Blazing, the bloomer reminds an inferno
A pyre of charcoal heats impurities
Refining and removing the slag
Impregnated silicate

The purest aspect of the substance takes place
Easier to mold tender to work
Base to the alloys
Wrought iron, the flexible form!

Amidst the dense grey smoke
Surround by enormous apparatus
Dwells the blacksmith

Steadily his arms smites
Bride the metal with a shape
Edify, rectify
Towards the conception of a weapon

From the day it was unearthed
For smelting precious ore
Punished by men, pressing it to the anvil
Shaped into a punisher, a punisher itself

The art of forging starts with the core
The inner part of the blade
Compromises are made

To be as deadly as possible
Sustain impact without fracturing
Albeit prone to bending

So fortify it!
But to accomplish this is no small feat
Using less carbon
And insist with the tempering

For the outer side
A razor-sharp edge is required
Combine different layers
Welding them together

Iron! The blood ore
Iron! To refine
Iron! Assume it's shape
To a deadly form

The final stage is quenching
Technique of heating until the red-hot stage
Then pouring it into water

Iron! The blood ore
Iron! To refine
Iron! Assume it's shape
To a deadly form

Engrave it's name
With bold rune glyphs embossed
The leg bitter, fierce companion
Best friend to have at hand

10. The Terror Of The Northern

On the verge of a new century
Pious lands were hit by tragedy
Villages licked by flames...
Trail of charred outposts becomes

With bare sails to penetrate the sea
Warriors carry axes through the sand
Few but valued as a great war-band
Which consumes human sanity

Survivors worked their prayer
To ward against this evil
Asked their lord to protect them
Against the terror of the northern

Concede the highest favour
Preserving and guarding bodies
Free us from the savage northern
Tribes who devastates our realms

They ages and young would have
Their throats slit
Frail maidens and lads too
Not a single trace of mercy

Repel the evil from us
We altogether implore
Bring thee the ruling realm
We plead on bare knees

To the king of glory
Who pity us with true peace
Soundness hopes and strength
Give us peace and harmony

Bestow us inmitigated hope
Genuine faith also
Concede us continual charity
And let completed be

Sanctify our humble prayers
Availed in achieved this old
Glorious measure

Praise be peace and glory
To the trinity
Who is most-magnificent
For the people, amen

Summa pia gratia nostra
Conservando corpora et
Custodita de gente fera
Normannica nos libera

Deus regna!

Repel the evil from us
We altogether implore
Bring thee the ruling realm
We plead on bare knees

To the king of glory
Who pity us with true peace
Soundness hopes and strength
Give us peace and harmony

11. Six Trials To Become A Beerzerker

All metrics, all measures
All used for the next trials
Full! Full!
Candidates are looming
Where the previous have fell
Six cups, five mugs
Four tankards to empty
Fast! Fast!
Afterwards try not to shake
Your entire skull

All metrics, all measures
All filled for the next trials
Full! Full!
Beware don't slip
On this grog-wet ground
Three bottles, two jugs
One keg to empty
Fast! Fast!
Beerzerker is chosen by a tight criteria

Oh, Beerzerker!
Oh, Beerzerker!

Supreme elites of the boozer's part
Vicious drainers of fine ale
Display with pride an enormous paunch,
Always avid for more
Display with pride an enormous paunch,
Always avid for more

Zealous maids run to refill
Labour sweat drops show it well
From the forehead to the neck
They travel towards their breasts

Inside this thronged hall
Stands out a distinct melody
Charming, loud, grotesque belches
Such exquisite symphony

From the start straight to the end
Many laughs this night have shared
With dull eyes we gaze in wonder
To those who barely still stand
Farewell brave beerzerkers
You've endured your trials bravely
We shall now rest and prepare
For the next time we'll be there