============ Aegir, keep the wind in our sails keep the waves at bay keep our spirits high keep the rain away Ran, thy glory is great you collect our lost in your net unleash your storms on our enemies forever we'll be in your debt Oh, Aegir bless us with your fire by Ørnulf Eiriksson ============ The Captain, Siggi the brown Leads his men to foreign lands His crew, a rowdy group With axe and sword in their hands A simple task, to fetch a Friend may lead to tavern brawl Mind your step in a fight or Toothless on the floor you crawl What nibbles at your feet in the dark you can not tell You wield your axe and hear the wolf's loud yell. by Ørnulf Eiriksson ============ Wenches a'plenty we see Serving ale and all about We war-hounds wandered in the dark. To Gleipnir come, called as Valkyries' victims, violence we've known in life. Where's our rest? Hilda's hands my honour demands, her skin, softly flushing to my eye, yet it's for yonder bodice my balls bulge. by Brán Sigurdsson ============ Sleep now little boy, lay down your little toy. The seagulls sings you to sleep... by Ulf Ormsson for Aëndil the Saxon ============ And Fjord-Gunnar was a noble man noble man yet he was from ... Trondheim ...And as he was from Trondheim...tralala.. he married his sister tralala....and ugly kids she bore..tralala..... Fjord-Gunnar was a noble man tralala....one day he saw a Birka-man tralala...and cleved in two he was tralala..Hohohoo...never has ther been a happier man......tralala.....now there was two of him tralala..... Song by Brodvar Brodvarsson (the Toothless) ============ Weird sisters stand at loomside Eyes upon where two threads tangle Elder sister reaches forwards Cuts one thread to save the weave High in Asgard grey one watches Sole eye fixed upon the duellists Frostgiant shipwright waits in Nilfheim Grasps his hammer, ever eager When the blades begin their singing No treachery or pleas of mercy Both fight well and one dies bravely One more guest for Odinn's hall Should one party prove a trickster Arms envenomed, black with sorcery Win or lose the shipwright's smiling Another nail this night is his Red garbed trickster has no place here Ward the gate gainst laughing leaper Firebringer finds no welcome Loki shun this hall tonight Looking down from shining Glintnere Good Forseti onlooks closely Brings his blessing to the contest Come the daybreak quarrels over Lord Forseti councils wisely Once one falls the strife is over Kin and ally start no feuding At holmgang's end the matters done Grimmest one-hand sits in judgement Let no man this night speak falsehood Law upheld and evil punished Only then is Tyr's work done Come All-father, lightning wielder Come lawbringer, stern wolf-chainer Cut one thread and end this matter At wyrd's end righteousness prevails By Kanarr ============ Aegir, Aegir, mighty sealord Send us swiftly, cross the ocean Let thee not thy daughters vex us Let thy blessing this ship ward Odin, Odin one-eyed watcher Keep us worthy, send us slaughter That we may to Valhölls hall Win our way in bloody rapture Tyr the lawful, justice maker Brim our hearts with valour full Let thee not our courage falter As we sail on foaming breaker Come gods of Aesir, mighty all Smile upon this voyage we take Give us strength and chance for glory Till the final darkness fall Invocation by Kanarr ============ She is so lovely she kisses the waves no man can help it they'll all be her slaves Aegir is smiling he fills up her sail when you can see her it's to late to bail She's kissing the waves She's kissing the waves Her captain, Siggi he knows her well heading for Trondheim with statues to sell Nothing can stop her she just can't be sunk not even Brodvar 'cause he's always drunk She's kissing the waves She's kissing the waves Song by Ørnulf Eiriksson ============ Over the hills we run longing for the sea and the sirens song Our feet are tired but our minds are strong. longing for the sirens song Over the hills we sing running away from a vicious king. And look there it is the sea and it's waves the home of Aegir's slaves. Over the hills we sing running away from a vicious king. Song by Ørnulf Eiriksson ============ It is softly said in Clontarf harbour, cautious men mince words with their women. Wine makes men's marrow a magic syrup, and courage colours cheeks in the cold Clontarf dawn. Why would Woden's war-host, ever gallant amongst the Gael, need mead to make manhood grow? Aye, 'cause of Bran of Clontarf! Women are bold Bran's plunder! Warhosts trampled, timid thunder to Bran Sigurd's Son, your wife's wonder! Ale and anger, wine and witchcraft, brave, bold ... beautiful ... beastial Bran holds many men's wives a' mercy. Bright in battle, hound to the slaughter, but bright Bran's battlefields are th' thighs of your daughter! Frey curse that Bran of Clontarf! A whole host of heroes' havoc is naught to Bran, bum-up in your paddock! The satirist's silver tongue, lower pastures much trammeled he's done. Dangerous work other menfolk shirk! (And how the women wish him back!) For Frey's hot stallion, Sigurd's son, silver-Bran, a bawdy sister and blood-bosomed bride his blush price! Who can resist that Bran of Clontarf!? by Brán Sigurdsson ============
============ Tear the veil, the gates are open law of death be held in thrall let the fatal words be spoken let the hell-horn pause it's call Let the shades come flocking eager Icy cataract give forth Let the vengeful dead here gather Keenly proving hell-bound worth Let the furious viking join us Stealthy venom foully slain Vent thy wrath O treachered warrior Arm us now with shafts of blame Let the wraiths so fearfully guide us Let the horror treason show Let the light-brought terror bind us Dead shall aid us, truth to know Come dead brown one vengeance seeking show your shade as you lie twixt glorious conflict and frozen darkness you must return and show the serpent that slyly leaves thee howling in blackness for phantom shall assure their suffering leave the guilty dangling bloodless formless, savage spirit of vengeance show thyself in all thy horror take thy shape and join us Invocation by Kanarr ============ Snatched away in his sleep Snake poison on his lips our captain smiles no more t'hour was late but we swore Forsaken be the man Following the evil way see what he has done Siggi's soul is gone Sail away my friend set your sails for home the memory will stay thy killer will we slay by Ørnulf Eiriksson ============ Odin, Odin I beseech thee Aid me now thy will to do Lay thy hand on Gungnirs brother Make his flight both straight and true Blade, become the loosened lightning Find your mark in tides of red Bite through shield and iron hauberk Eagerly to vitals wed by Kanarr ============ Bastard son of ghosts and craftsmen Your mother, an abomination who hath shut herself up Verily you rode to triumph on an ass A sickly triumph, foul sansordin You mewling blight Transgress ye 'gainst Odin's sacred rite And trespass worse 'pon Tyr-lord's lawful pose Armed with the law And Gods far grander yet than dry wraith-fathers seed A pox on thee, a thousand centuries of woes Fool Ye Fool your samite thralls You vex me not with paltry trick To from us shade untimely rip by Kanarr ============ Behind the spectre horror lurked A bloated spider thing On hatred fattened ripe it was Eightfold eyes of malice bright Looked forth from demon faces two Each head a brazen circlet bore Busy it was at work most fell A seven stranded web to weave And every strand a burning ichor dripped One strand reached forth and noxious serpent-evil wrapped 'bout slain Sighere's phantom form More fatal gossamers were cast At noble beasts that did surround Among them wolf and stallion proud The beasts, unvexed by venomed floss Did cast around amidst the web Until they heart of darkness found And bearing blades of blinding fire With light and iron, horror slew And but for ashes there was naught by Kanarr ============ Fell news and fair to all I bring For now the strands are gathered in This past night our captains shade Brought tidings from beyond the grave And further sights I now report From hellish visions finely wrought The one hand has the strongest grasp The one-eyed one the keenest sight The holy mystery of this Has brought us to the truth at last Note well the beast borne circlets bronze Of false nobility the foe The one head, merchant-mock Jarl's son Yea Constantine did venom sow The other face of foulness too Of ruling stock does claim to be Twas Erik, Heorogar's Son Did the fatal draught procure Well you know the web of woe Did to the hell-realms captain call At others too the strands were cast To peril of your shipmates show Note well the stallion, standing proud Spirit of the rutting Frey This very eve our Irish priest The fell assassins sought to slay The wolf of Iceland, son of Orm His namesake beast full well does show The hands of evil for him bear This very hour a gift of woe The vision's end to all is clear Go forth girt with iron law To swiftly shiphome traitors bring Justice comes at solstice Thing News, by Kanarr ============ Brodvar Birka-born, brave in battle, but Brodvar drinks deeply of his death. His foe in Gunnlaug, Grim's grey son fought the foe at Bragi's side, shipmate and shield-shoulderer, Gunni got his great axe at a number of men. "Harvesters of heads, he and Brodvar both. Bucks in spring, Bran might tell ye; rumours, ruffled feathers and fair friends' pride bullied. "These two are twins in sort; berserk Gunnlaug and brave, bold Brodvar. Too alike and always sharing the same shadow." by Bragi Horse-Lips ============ Boisterous, boastful Brodvar Born of Birka Begotten of Brodvar Thor's goats now Your teeth shall be If every man of Birka were Vainglorious as you So arrogant, so proud I'd hold it still a noble place If all its' sons did fight and die like thee by Kanarr, for Brodvar ============ Northern night falls for Ulf. Friendly, not foe-making nuisance, never fearful, Ulf's flax is unfurled now. His head at his hip, he not troll-skinned as other men, might his heart now tire, Orm's only eye, tattered. This one a thane, never thrall, though in truth I knew him not; but this ship's sharp versed sailing song's shortened. He held his hat as his name; battle helm, bravely this boy named himself thus, that head now hewn. My heart. by Brán Sigurdsson Eulogy for Ulf and Einar ============