Kvaðning Songtext
von Skálmöld

Calling

Lying after long dreams,
Lying stiffly, dull of mind.
I feel the intense hatred boiling,
Squeezing a vengeance that I once swore.
The moor has many unseen dangers,
I look towards black peaks,
There Hel resides in many forms:
Darkness, cold, ice and snow.


A soul from hell dove from the sky,
Took away my farm and my men.
The hatred was embedded in my mind,
Still keeping me alive.
May your ships be destroyed by death,
I will find you on sea or on land.
I seek you, ancient fiend,
Our meeting draws nearer.

A morning sun in the midst of the moor,
Haunted by the memories.
My anger is great and bitter,
My hatred tears at my wounds.
Once I had a woman waiting,
Fair she tended to my children,
Now I have a job to do:
To kill, draw blood, stab and skin.

Now we head to meet our imminent deaths,
This journey will be the end of our days.
Brave men in a moment of bloodlust
And Valhalla awaits us.
Now we head to meet our imminent deaths,
This journey is our calling and our story.
Brave men in a moment of bloodlust
And Valhalla awaits all of us!