Tales of the Skálds versuri

Versuri Mehrune Dagon – Tales of the Skálds lyrics

[Verse 1]
By the flickering fire, where the longships sleep,
The skáld lifts his voice from the fjord so deep.
With harp-strings of whale-bone and mead on his breath,
He weaves the old tales of the living and death.
Odin rides Sleipnir through star-splintered night,
One eye traded wisely for wells of black light.
The Norns spin their threads at the foot of the Tree,
Where roots drink the future none living shall see.

[Chorus]
Sing, skáld, sing! Let the ravens reply!
Ring, war-board, ring, till the Gods themselves die!
From Gimlé’s gold roofs to the corpse-cold sea,
These are the tales of the skálds, sung for thee!

[Verse 2]
Thor cracks the sky with his hammer of wrath,
Red-bearded thunder rolls down the world-path.
The Midgard-serpent coils tight round the land,
Jörmungandr’s venom burns sea into sand.
Loki laughs last with his wolf-son near,
Fenrir breaks free and the Einherjar fear.
The fire-giant marches with Surt at his side,
The sun turns to cinders the day Valhalla died.

[Chorus]
Sing, skáld, sing! Let the ravens reply!
Ring, war-board, ring, till the Gods themselves die!
When Vígríðr trembles and the heavens fall,
These are the tales that outlive us all!

[Bridge – half-spoken, half-sung, slower]
Hear the Gjallarhorn… Heimdall has blown…
The wolf skulks the sky and swallows the moon.
Naglfar sets sail on a sea made of nails,
The dead ride with Loki, the living all wail.

[Verse 3 – final, faster, triumphant yet doomed]
Yet after the winter that never shall thaw,
After the flood and the fire and war,
A new earth rises, green from the waves,
Two humans hidden in Yggdrasil’s staves.
And somewhere a skáld, reborn with the sun,
Will drink in the morning the battle has won.
He’ll lift up his harp once again and declare:
„The world ended once… but the song is still there.”

[Chorus – huge, anthemic]
Sing, skáld, sing! Let the ravens reply!
Though the world-tree burn and the old gods die,
From the ash and the embers, from silence and pain,
A new tale begins… and we sing it again!

[Final Chorus]
SINGIÐ, SKÁLD, SINGIÐ!
Hrafnar svara hátt!
RINGIÐ, RANDIR, RINGIÐ!
Til regin deyja á braut!
Brenni Yggdrasils askr,
Sigi Surtz logi,
Søkkvi sólar steinar,
Skelfi Vígríðr mjǫk.
En þó rísi fold ný,
Grœn ór ægis djúpi,
Lif ok Lífþrasir
Lifa í nýjum tíð.
Því SINGIÐ, SKÁLD, SINGIÐ!
Søngnum deyðr aldregi!
Þó goð falli, þó heimr fari,
SÁ SØNGR LIFIR EILÍFT!