Varangian Songtext
von Hulkoff

Born under fickle northlight, under the heartless stars
Where icy ocean foam is cutting into skin and leaving scars
No legacy awaited, not for the restless kind
I stepped aboard a longship and left it all behind

Eastwards I was looking for choices
On the silk road I did travel over many strange land
I often heard the gods singing voices
That steered me towards living life with weapons in my hand

The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Till I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian

I have seen battle raging
I have seen brothers die
I have seen blood red snow
And I have heard the doomed ones weep and cry


For silvershine and glory
And for my longing heart
Wielding my shield before me
I came to play my part

I stood my ground in fire and fury
As a mercenary within the Varangian guard
I carved a rune to vouch for our glory
With my dagger in a church bench in Miklagaard

The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Till I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian

There is a house, of timber
In Holmgaard by a lake
I grieve and I remember
Leaving my loved ones with heartbreak

I gazed in light of morning
Towards the rising sun
Yet I was caught in mourning
For in regret I came undone


Once again I boarded the Longship
And sailed into the east whilst contemplating what it gave
For I surely have been given good fortune
And now on eastern shores I shall be given my demise and my grave

The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian