歌词
[Skald]
[Intro]
Where mountains pierce the frosted veil, and legends dance on every gale, a maiden flees, her spirit bold, a story yet to be untold. With every step, a hunter's snare, young Seidr seeks a power rare.
[Verse 1]
Through frozen fjords where giants tread, young Seidr flees with hastened tread. Across the crags, by ice-bound lake, her hunters stalk, her soul to take. They yearn to bind her runic might, to smother hope in endless night.
[Verse 2]
By ancient stones a ley line gleams, a whispered path within her beams. The völva calls to wind and rain, to shield her path from chilling pain. Midst swirling snow and ravens' cry, a surge of power lights the sky.
[Pre-chorus]
Yet shadows writhe in hunger's thrall, their chilling touch begins to crawl. With trembling hands, her runes she weaves, to ward the dark, her heart believes. For in this fight, where spirits guide, young Seidr's will shall yet abide.
[Chorus]
Myrkr-vígr, völva stands,
Nornir weave with guiding hands.
Rune-light gleams, a burning pyre,
Seidr's heart, an alfheim's fire.
[Skald]
[Verse 3]
A wolf's keen howl rends through the night, her lonely guide in fading light. Through shadowed glens, where spirits dwell, she seeks a path to break the spell. The whispers rise, a haunting strain, to twist her will in throes of pain.
[Verse 4]
By forest well, where waters gleam, she glimpses truth, a fleeting scheme. The vættir spin, their forms entwined, a path of thorns, yet strength she'll find. Her magic crackles, strong and free, a beacon in the endless sea.
[Pre-Chorus]
The shadow hunters close their net, their icy hearts with darkness set. Yet Seidr stands, her spirit bright, a warrior born in fading light. She calls on spirits of the land, the huldrefolk, a hidden band.
[Chorus]
Myrkr-vígr, völva stands,
Nornir weave with guiding hands.
Rune-light gleams, a burning pyre,
Seidr's heart, an alfheim's fire.
[Outro]
Though shadows grasp with wicked might, her magic flares, a beacon bright. In Scandes peaks, where spirits soar, young Seidr's wyrd, forevermore. Her journey starts, a völva witch against the myrkr.
[Skald]
[Outro]
Though shadows grasp with wicked might, her magic flares, a beacon bright. In Scandes peaks, where spirits soar, young Seidr's wyrd, forevermore. Her journey starts, a völva witch against the myrkr.
