Few were privy to the secrets of sailing through the stellar expanse guided by the stars. Across treacherous seas, their towering vessels sailed, bearing warning of the relentless northern warriors.
Ægir, sovereign of the vast ocean domain, molds its essence while his wife, Rán, shapes its form. The resounding thunder of sea and sky? It is a testament to the presence of the mighty Þórr and the gust of wind — Karí.
To Rán, the mistress of the crimson gold, they offered tribute. Alongside her nine daughters, they beseech the waves' benevolence, aiding them in reaching the lands of those who tried to evade their fate. Their sea serpents tirelessly advanced through veils of mist and fire, scorching any hallowed realms that dared defy them.
Akin to torments veiled in the ancient seiðr of Freyja, their women masterfully weaved threads that summoned the fallen to battle at their side once again.
As their adversaries drew near, their pleas echoed in the depths of their souls. Can you perceive it? Assured death glimmered in their eyes.
The high one sits on Hliðskjálf, the most elevated seat of Ásaland, and still rides the tide of the sea serpents with pride.
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The world was full of clans and gods
Only some knew travel by the stars
Into vicious seas all their ships sailed tall
Beware the northern warriors
To Rán red gold is a gift
With her daughters of the sea
The waves will help us reach
The lands of those who try to flee
Through the mist, through fire
Our serpents never tire
We will burn your sacred lands
You can't stop us, nothing breaks us
Bloodsworn future, awaits us
In the halls of Fólkvangr and Valhǫll-aah
Our women are sealed demons
With the seiðr of Freyja
They are weaving threads to raise
The slain to fight with us again
Ægir rules our ocean
Rán shapes its form
Þórr is pleased, hear the thunder
Karí brings the storm
Our enemies are near
They are praying for their souls
Can you seeeeee
There's death in their eyes
They will never win this battle
Because Óðinn, all-father
Rides on our tide
Through the mist, through fire
Our serpents never tire
We will burn your sacred lands
You can't stop us, nothing breaks us
Bloodsworn future, awaits us
In the halls of Fólkvangr and Valhǫll-aah
I see death all around
Valkyrjur are diving from the sky
They try lifting my body from the ground
But I rise and continue to fight
My fate is ruled by my deeds
Beware the day I die
For I have earned the right
To return with my brothers
Through the mist, through fire
Our serpents never tire
We will burn your sacred lands
You can't stop us, nothing breaks us
Bloodsworn future, awaits us
In the halls of Fólkvangr and Valhǫll-aah
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