Call of Mistfjord

[Verse 1]
Mist on the fjord at dawn
Longship ribs creak
Ropes drawn
Ravens trace runes in the sky
Old gods watch
They never die
[Chorus]
Hear the call of Valhalla (hey!)
Through the storm and the salt and the steel
Under shadow of Yggdrasil
Every scar on our skin turns to glory we feel
Hear the call of Valhalla (hey!)
From the horn to the shield on the wall
If we fall on this day
Let the skalds sing it all
[Verse 2]
Ale on the tongue
Steel bright
Oath on the stone by firelight
Names carved deep in the keel
Blood and brother
Bound in oak and iron will
[Chorus]
Hear the call of Valhalla (hey!)
Through the storm and the salt and the steel
Under shadow of Yggdrasil
Every scar on our skin turns to glory we feel
Hear the call of Valhalla (hey!)
From the horn to the shield on the wall
If we fall on this day
Let the skalds sing it all
[Bridge]
When the world-tree shivers in the cold night wind
When the serpent stirs in the deep
We will stand in the hall with our hands on our hearts
And our stories will never sleep (woah)
[Chorus]
Hear the call of Valhalla (hey!)
Through the storm and the salt and the steel
Under shadow of Yggdrasil
Every scar on our skin turns to glory we feel
Hear the call of Valhalla (hey!)
From the horn to the shield on the wall
If we fall on this day
Let the skalds sing it all

Nordic folk bardcore with male vocals; hardanger fiddle and tagelharpa over frame drum pulse, low Scandinavian choir on the hook, verses stay close and storytelling with lute and jaw harp, chorus widens with stomps and gang shouts, reverb like a stone hall by the sea