A Warriors Tale

Intro

Hrafn… hrafn…

Grimnir...

Óðinn… leið mik…

Verse 1

I stood alone where the ravens flew,

A single shield against a sea of spears.

The foe came roaring, a thousand strong,

Like wolves upon the winter fells.

Yet I laughed beneath the storm-black sky,

For one-eyed wisdom whispered in my ear:

“Fear not the numbers, fear not the blade,

He who trusts the thread of Wyrd shall not fall.”

Chorus

Óðinn! Leið mína hönd!

Óðinn! Ljós mína braut!

Um storm ok spjót, um blóð ok reiði,

Aldaföðr — vörðu mik nú!

Verse 2

My axe sang high as the battle-horn cried,

Steel met steel in a thunderous roar.

Arrows darkened the blood-red sun,

But the Wanderer’s eye burned over me.

When shields splintered and brothers fell,

When hope grew thin as winter’s light,

A black-winged shadow crossed the field —

Huginn whispered: “Rise, my son… and fight.”

Chorus

Óðinn! Leið mína hönd!

Óðinn! Ljós mína braut!

Um storm ok spjót, um blóð ok reiði,

Aldaföðr — vörðu mik nú!

Bridge

You hung upon the Tree…

You drank from Mimir’s well…

You gave your eye for sight…

Now turn that gaze upon me…

Verse 3

I charged the host like a berserk flame,

Through spear-wall and shield-burst I clove my way.

Each strike was guided by the Spear-God’s hand,

Each breath a gift from the Gallows’ Lord.

The enemy broke like waves on stone,

Their chieftain fell with a thunderous cry.

The field ran red, yet I stood alone,

Marked by the ravens circling high.

Chorus

Óðinn! Leið mína hönd!

Óðinn! Ljós mína braut!

Um storm ok spjót, um blóð ok reiði,

Aldaföðr — vörðu mik nú!

Outro

Hrafn… hrafn…

Grimnir...

Óðinn… leið mik…

What must be… will be…

In your glow… I stood free…