Northern ravens

Raise the horn! Raise it high!

Let the northern ravens cry!

Fire burns and drums all pound

Tonight Valhalla’s coming down!

We sailed the waves with wind in beard

No map, no plan, just vibes and weird

We raided gold (okay, a bit)

But mostly came to party hard and spit

Axes shining in the firelight glow

Boots on tables, let's steal the show

If Thor throws lightning, that’s our cue

We shout "SKÅL!" like Vikings do!

Shield to shield and ale to ale

If we sink—we'll sink in style!

Mead in the beard and ale on the floor

We drink like gods and demand some more!

Stomp that ground till the longhouse shakes

We party hard for Odin's sake!

Mead in the beard, sing loud and wild

Every warrior’s a dancing child!

If we can’t walk straight, that's fine by me

We sail at dawn... probably!

Bjorn lost a fight to a stubborn goat

Claims it was cursed (or so he wrote)

Erik tried flirting with farmer’s wife

Now he's hiding and fearing for life

Helmets crooked, braids undone

Victory’s sweeter when mixed with rum

If Valhalla's watching from the sky

They’re jealous of how we live and fly!

HEY! Ho! Ho! Let the war drums roll!

HEY! Ho! Ho! Fire in the soul!

Raise that horn and shout it loud

Make the Allfather proud!

Mead in the beard and fists in air

Northern madness everywhere!

Laugh at death, we fear no fall

If we go down, we drink it all!

Mead in the beard, one last roar

Crash like thunder on the shore!

When sunrise hits and heads feel sore

We'll raid the fridge and drink some more!