歌词
(Verse 1)
In ancient halls of Asgard, where legends breathe and roam,
A hero named young Sigurd, did leave his father’s home.
Son of the noble Völsungs, with sword in hand so bright,
He ventured forth in darkness, to bring the world to light.
(Chorus)
Sigurd the mighty, the dragon slayer bold,
With a heart of fire, and a tale to be told.
From the halls of kings, to the fields of strife,
He carved his name, through the threads of life.
(Verse 2)
In shadowed lairs of terror, where Fafnir held his hoard,
Sigurd faced the serpent, with Gram, his trusted sword.
The dragon’s scales were mighty, but Sigurd’s heart was steel,
With one swift stroke he triumphed, the beast’s last breath did steal.
(Chorus)
Sigurd the mighty, the dragon slayer bold,
With a heart of fire, and a tale to be told.
From the halls of kings, to the fields of strife,
He carved his name, through the threads of life.
(Verse 3)
He bathed within the dragon's blood, his skin like iron strong,
But fate would weave its web again, with plans so cruel and long.
A ring of cursed gold he took, from Fafnir’s darkened den,
Its shadows clung around him, as he walked among the men.
(Chorus)
Sigurd the mighty, the dragon slayer bold,
With a heart of fire, and a tale to be told.
From the halls of kings, to the fields of strife,
He carved his name, through the threads of life.
(Bridge)
Then came the maid Brynhildr, with beauty fierce and wild,
A Valkyrie of Odin, who loved the dragon's child.
Their love was like a tempest, their fates entwined with dread,
But treachery and sorrow, would see the lovers dead.
(Verse 4)
Gunnar and the dark deceits, brought Sigurd to his doom,
He fell by the hand of kin, in youth's untimely gloom.
But legends never perish, and songs of old remain,
Of Sigurd, son of Völsung, who broke the dragon's chain.
(Chorus)
Sigurd the mighty, the dragon slayer bold,
With a heart of fire, and a tale to be told.
From the halls of kings, to the fields of strife,
He carved his name, through the threads of life.
(Outro)
In halls of Valhalla, where heroes feast and sing,
The tale of Sigurd echoes, where Odin’s ravens wing.
For though his life was fleeting, his deeds will never die,
The dragon slayer’s legend, beneath the northern sky.
