Prompt / Lyrics
[Deep, gravelly, slow, almost a chant, with long pauses between lines, as if the fire itself breathes with him] The north wind calls… Through frozen fjords and shadowed halls. The sea is black… And the longships break beneath its track. Fathers of iron, sons of the storm, We carved our names where the cold seas form. Axes and spears… Echo through the mist of forgotten years. Ravens circle high… Over the bones of the brave who die. Odin watches still… From the throne of the world, cold and still. The mead tastes bitter… In the hall where the fire flickers. Ghosts of kin… Whisper of battles that might have been. The ocean takes all… The blood, the cries, the rise and fall. Yet we sing… Though the night is long and the flames grow dim. For a Viking dies… But the song never dies with him. Hear it, traveler… In the wind, in the storm, in the fire’s shimmer.
Tags
Deep, gravelly voice, slow, deliberate pacing; long pauses for weight; words drawn out; heavy chest resonance; repeated
Duration
2:03
Instrumental
No
Created
12/14/2025