paroles de chanson Varangian (Vinland Edition) - 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