The ones who drink mead is drunk, the tales are told,

But silence grips the Frozen hold.

No common war-chant, coarse and Loud,

Will make this gathering truly proud.

So Skald! Step forth with Ancient art,

And Build the song within our heart!

Take the Simple Rhythm of the oar,

And make it crash upon the shore!

Now twist the beat, let loose the Growl!

Shuffled Rhythm... NOW, Howl!

FOR ODIN! HEAR THE HYMN IGNITE!

A Surreal, Dreamy, Warm light!

THE Groovy PULSE OF TYR'S OWN HAND!

WE SAIL TO GLORY, SEA AND SAND!

THIS IS THE SONG THAT BREAKS THE SHIELDS!

THE Polyrhythm THAT THE BATTLE-YIELD!

They hold their line, a Rigid wall,

They think their Simple chant says all.

But we are waves upon the stone!

We fight with Complex blood and bone!

So Skald! Confuse their Static mind!

Halftime... LEAVE THEM BEHIND!

They stumble in the mud and gore!

This Fluid tempo wins the war!

Now for the fury, the final flood!

Last Code: Double Time... BLOOD FOR BLOOD!

FOR ODIN! HEAR THE HYMN IGNITE!

A Surreal, Dreamy, Warm light!

THE Groovy PULSE OF TYR'S OWN HAND!

WE SAIL TO GLORY, SEA AND SAND!

THIS IS THE SONG THAT BREAKS THE SHIELDS!

THE Polyrhythm THAT THE BATTLE-YIELD!

This is the space between the heartbeats,

Where Nostalgic glory and Futuristic fate meets.

A Calm in the storm, a Plagal Cadence breath,

Before the Climactic Drop delivers only death.

FOR ODIN! HEAR THE HYMN IGNITE!

A Surreal, Dreamy, Warm light!

THE Groovy PULSE OF TYR'S OWN HAND!

WE SAIL TO GLORY, SEA AND SAND!

THIS IS THE SONG THAT BREAKS THE SHIELDS!

THE Polyrhythm THAT THE BATTLE-YIELD!