V. Warrior

IV. Nightmare

III. A Forest Full Of Fireflies

II. Forest

I. Intro

Beneath the waves so dark and deep,
Where shadows twist and secrets sleep,
The Kraken stirs in silent dread,
With legends spun and sailors dead.

[Build up]
From ages past his name was feared,
By men of heart and men of beard.
Yet onward they sail, bold and vain,
Drawn by whispers, cursed in chain.

Chorus:
Oh-ho! The Kraken calls!
Through storm and sea, the darkness falls.
Oh-ho! Beware, beware,
For once you see him, no soul he’ll spare!

Verse 2:
His eyes like fire in midnight’s hold,
His limbs like steel, both fierce and cold.
The waves, his cloak; the sea, his breath,
A king beneath who brings but death.

[Build up]
He rises swift with ocean’s roar,
A beast from realms of ancient lore.
No ship survives, no sailor’s tale,
Of Kraken’s wrath and ghostly veil.

Chorus:
Oh-ho! The Kraken calls!
Through storm and sea, the darkness falls.
Oh-ho! Beware, beware,
For once you see him, no soul he’ll spare!

Bridge:
When thunder cracks and lightning cries,
And salt and fear in cold mist rise,
Look not below, for doom awaits,
In Kraken’s grip, there are no fates.

[Solo]

Verse 3:
So many men have chased his lair,
For gold, for fame, beyond compare.
Yet all were lost, as tides reclaim,
Their souls, their bones, without a name.

[Build up]
Still legends linger, bold and free,
Of Kraken’s depths beneath the sea.
And foolish hearts will heed his song,
To sail where none shall sail for long.

Chorus:
Oh-ho! The Kraken calls!
Through storm and sea, the darkness falls.
Oh-ho! Beware, beware,
For once you see him, no soul he’ll spare!

Outro:
So, heed this tale, ye brave or mad,
The Kraken’s realm is dark and clad.
In shadows deep, where death is king,
And Kraken waits for souls to bring.

The Call Of The Kraken

In the quiet fields of green she roams,
With her wooden sword and dreams of homes.
She swings and strikes at foes unseen,
A warrior's heart, so bold, so keen.
She battles beasts from tales of old,
Dreaming of glories yet untold.

But the village laughs, they cannot see,
The future queen she’s meant to be.
Yet one old Seer, with sight so clear,
Has seen the fate that draws her near.

Hey, hey, the winds shall call,
For the girl who will conquer all.
Hey, hey, the gods have said,
A crown of gold upon her head!
Hey, hey, they’ll sing her name,
The fiercest leader, born of flame!

The Völva’s eyes, with sight so far,
Saw a warrior, brighter than a star.
In trance and dream, the gods did speak,
Of battles won, of foes laid weak.
She saw the girl, with shield and sword,
Claiming land by might and word.

Freya smiled upon her fate,
Odin watched, her trials await.
Thor’s hammer blessed her path so wide,
As stormy seas she’ll one day ride.

Hey, hey, the winds shall call,
For the girl who will conquer all.
Hey, hey, the gods have said,
A crown of gold upon her head!
Hey, hey, they’ll sing her name,
The fiercest leader, born of flame!

Though small now, with just her wooden blade,
The child will grow, her foes afraid.
She’ll raise a tribe with fearless might,
And lead them all through darkest night.
The wolf Sköll she’ll chase away,
As Fenrir howls in fear that day.

With Surtur’s fire in her soul,
She’ll claim the seas, and reach her goal.
For none can stop what fate has set,
The warrior queen they’ll not forget.

Hey, hey, the winds shall call,
For the girl who will conquer all.
Hey, hey, the gods have said,
A crown of gold upon her head!
Hey, hey, they’ll sing her name,
The fiercest leader, born of flame!

In her hands, the sword shall gleam,
Her life, a warrior’s endless dream.
The Norns have woven, thread by thread,
A path of glory lies ahead.

Hey, hey, the winds shall call,
For the girl who will conquer all.
Hey, hey, the gods have said,
A crown of gold upon her head!
Hey, hey, they’ll sing her name,
The fiercest leader, born of flame!

Little Shieldmaiden’s Fate - Version 2

Renaud - La ballade nord-irlandaise
By Niskens
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PAROLES - LETRAS - LYRICS :

J'ai voulu planter un oranger
Là où la chanson n'en verra jamais
Là où les arbres n'ont jamais donné
Que des grenades dégoupillées

Jusqu'à Derry, ma bien-aimée
Sur mon bateau, j'ai navigué
J'ai dit aux hommes qui se battaient
Je viens planter un oranger

Buvons un verre, allons pêcher
Pas une guerre ne pourra durer
Lorsque la bière et l'amitié
Et la musique nous ferons chanter

Tuez vos dieux à tout jamais
Sous aucune croix, l'amour ne se plaît
Ce sont les hommes, pas les curés
Qui font pousser les orangers

Je voulais planter un oranger
Là où la chanson n'en verra jamais
Il a fleuri et il a donné
Les fruits sucrés de la liberté
Il a fleuri et il a donné
Les fruits sucrés de la liberté

Paroliers : Renaud Pierre Manuel Sechan / Patrick Martin Cusak / Dp


Renaud - La ballade nord-irlandaise, By Niskens

Are you traveling to Jötunheim’s hall,
Through the frost and the shadowed fjord?
Bring this word to my love so fair,
And test the strength of love once more.

Weave a cloak from the raven’s wing,
Without needle, thread, or yarn.
Plow the field where frost giants sing,
Where winter bites, and the earth is worn.

O’er the mountains and icy shore,
Her voice echoes, a siren’s call.
Through the realms of gods and lore,
Will she remember me at all?

Forge a ring from the morning frost,
With fire stolen from Loki’s breath.
Sail the seas where all ships are lost,
And bring me back what survives death.

O’er the mountains and icy shore,
Her voice echoes, a siren’s call.
Through the realms of gods and lore,
Will she remember me at all?

In the halls of Skadi, lay my plea,
Upon her altar of ice and stone.
Ask if love can break fate’s decree,
Or am I destined to wander alone?

O’er the mountains and icy shore,
Her voice echoes, a siren’s call.
Through the realms of gods and lore,
Will she remember me at all?

Will She Remember Me At All?

Deep in the earth where the shadows sleep,
In halls of stone where the embers leap,
The hammers sing, a fiery hymn,
Crafting fate on the anvil's rim.

Molten rivers, star-born ore,
They shape the tools of myth and lore.
Mjölnir's birth, a thunderous roar,
From Nidavellir's eternal core.

Forge of flame, eternal light,
Born of darkness, burning bright.
Steel and magic, bound by name,
Legends rise from eternal flame.

The dwarves of old with hands divine,
Wrought power from the earth and time.
Gungnir’s shaft and Draupnir’s gold,
A legacy no tale can hold.

Stars collide in molten streams,
They temper iron with shattered dreams.
Every spark, a god’s decree,
A weapon born of destiny.

Forge of flame, eternal light,
Born of darkness, burning bright.
Steel and magic, bound by name,
Legends rise from eternal flame.

Through heat and smoke, the craftsman’s toil,
To bind the runes in blackened soil.
Their works of art, both blade and ring,
Hold power to make Midgard sing.

In every blow, a heartbeat’s sound,
Creation’s soul in metal bound.
From fire’s heart, their works proclaim,
The endless truth of the eternal flame.

Forge of flame, eternal light,
Born of darkness, burning bright.
Steel and magic, bound by name,
Legends rise from eternal flame.

And so they toil beneath the stone,
In shadows deep, forever alone.
But in their forge, the stars take frame,
Eternal fire, eternal flame.

The Forge Of Eternal Flame

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1. Syphon Filter 2 - Colorado Mountains
2. Gioca Jouer - Claudio Cecchetto
3. Deorro - Bailar 
4. Southside 808 Mafia 2023 Drums / Loops Kit
5. Babaman - Lei
6. To Brazil! - Vengaboys
7. Mueve La Colita - DJ El Gato
8. Mon Amour - Gigi D'Alessio

Dr.Ogat - Balli di Gruppo Tekno Liveset

In a village by the northern shore,
Where the waves crash loud and the sea winds roar,
Lives a maid they call the Völva fair,
With men caught in her spell, unaware.

Hey ho, the Völva laughs bright,
With a wink, they fall at her sight,
Hey ho, the men bend and sway,
For a smile and a soft "come away."

Her words like honey, smooth and sweet,
Promise riches and fate complete,
She speaks of gods and a golden path,
But all she craves is a lover’s wrath.

Hey ho, the Völva laughs bright,
With a wink, they fall at her sight,
Hey ho, the men bend and sway,
For a smile and a soft "come away."

The old and young, the bold and sly,
They kneel to hear her whispered lie,
She talks of Hel and Odin’s gaze,
But only wants their yearning praise.

Her eyes like fire, both cool and wild,
Draw the men to her game beguiled.
Behind the guise, so pure and fine,
She knows exactly how to entwine.

Hey ho, the Völva laughs bright,
With a wink, they fall at her sight,
Hey ho, the men bend and sway,
For a smile and a soft "come away."

The women of the village know,
She’s cast her charm on high and low.
But every man, they cannot see,
They’re blinded by her sorcery.

Hey ho, the Völva laughs bright,
With a wink, they fall at her sight,
Hey ho, the men bend and sway,
For a smile and a soft "come away."

So tales are told of her potent might,
With men enchanted, both day and night.
And so the Völva holds her throne,
Queen of the fjord, with spells of her own.

The Völva Maid

The Völva Maid

Blue

J'ai appris tout ce que je devais savoir,
Mes yeux se ferment, sur un voile noir,
J'ai vu chaque chose, que je devais voir,
Mes yeux s'éteignent, c'est la fin de l'histoire,
J'ai acquis toutes les pièces du savoir,
Mes mains saignent, le sang noie tout espoir,
J'ai soldé le passif, j'ai payé au comptoir,
Mes pas me dirigent enfin, dans le grand couloir.

J’ai appris par cœur la carte du grand chaos,
Reprenant chaque matin les étapes du chemin
J’ai passé des heures à construire mon tombeau
Les souffrances et les peines en sont bien les parpaings
J’ai appris par cœur, la carte des abysses,
Reprenant chaque nuit, la partie du déclin,
J’ai passé des heures à aplanir la piste,
Peurs ou bien terreurs m’ont servi de bastaings.

J’ai appris par cœur, les règles de civilité,
Révisant, inlassable, vos mensonges éhontés,
J’ai forgé mes valeurs, comme on forge une vérité,
Sacrifiées pour cette heure sur l’autel d’humanité.
J’ai appris par cœur, la voie pour le voyage,
Dans ses yeux verts enfin, j’ai aperçu la fin,
J’ai passé des heures , à contempler son visage,
En un éclair enfin, tout est devenu vain…
… J’ai appris par cœur, chaque parcelle de son corps,
Seuls ses yeux verts illuminent parfois ils brillent encore,
S’envole la nacelle, puis elle quitte le décor,
Dans les cieux lumière… Je suis le Nord…

Paroles et musique L'ordre d'Héloïse - tous droits réservés. 

JE SUIS LE NORD (démo)

Born of the fjords, where the wild winds play,
Under the northern lights, we carve our way.
With axes in hand and hearts burning strong,
We are the Vikings; to us, we belong.

Our sails touch the skies, in the storm, we thrive,
From the frozen seas to the warm sunrise.

We, the Vikings, sons and daughters of the North,
Bound by honor, by blood, and by the earth.
The gods above guide our path, set our flame,
We are the Vikings; proud is our name.

Fields of gold where the mead flows free,
Our halls echo songs of eternity.
From Odin's wisdom to Thor’s mighty roar,
Our faith and our legends forever endure.

Through frostbitten nights, under stars, we sing,
Of Valhalla's promise and the life it brings.

We, the Vikings, sons and daughters of the North,
Bound by honor, by blood, and by the earth.
The gods above guide our path, set our flame,
We are the Vikings; proud is our name.

The land whispers tales of heroes past,
The fire in our hearts is meant to last.
With shields in the wind and swords in our hand,
Together we stand on this ancient land.

We, the Vikings, born of ice and fire,
Fueled by faith, by dreams, and desire.
Through storm and sea, through ash and flame,
We are the Vikings; the world knows our name.

We, the Vikings, bold and free,
Guardians of our legacy.
From the fjords to the stars' embrace,
Our spirit lives on, eternal in space.

We, The Vikings

Under moonlit skies, she stands alone,
Her voice a whisper, carved in stone.
With staff in hand and eyes so pale,
She reads the threads of life’s frail veil.

Hear the prophecy’s call, through the mist and the night,
A truth so dark, yet burning bright.
Runes of fate, carved deep in the hall,
None escape the prophecy’s call!

From Midgard’s fields to Helheim’s gates,
She walks the paths where time awaits.
The gods may listen, the giants frown,
But mortal ears will turn it down.

Hear the prophecy’s call, through the mist and the night,
A truth so dark, yet burning bright.
Runes of fate, carved deep in the hall,
None escape the prophecy’s call!

Blood on the altar, smoke in the air,
Her whispers echo, a haunting prayer.
“Beware the serpent, beware the spear,
Beware the wolf when the end draws near!”

Hear the prophecy’s call, through the mist and the night,
A truth so dark, yet burning bright.
Runes of fate, carved deep in the hall,
None escape the prophecy’s call!

Under fading skies, her shadow lingers,
Threads of fate slip through her fingers.
A single tear, a cryptic sign,
The prophecy’s end, and the world’s decline.

The Prophecy's Call

From the fjords to the fields, I march with pride,
Steel in my hand, and fire in my stride.
The gods above, they whisper my name,
A storm unleashed, no foe will remain.

The drumbeats thunder, the ravens take flight,
The skies grow dark; beware of my might!

I’m ready for battle! Hear my war cry roar!
Hey, hey! Feel the fury of a warrior's core!
Axes high, shields collide, fear my blazing sight,
I’m ready for battle! I’m ready to fight!

You hear the clash, the storm of my blade,
Your walls will fall; your strength will fade.
A daughter of warriors, fierce and true,
I’ll carve my name in the heart of you.

The earth shakes beneath me, my enemies pale,
The Valkyries whisper, their song will prevail!

I’m ready for battle! Hear my war cry roar!
Hey, ho! Feel the fury of a warrior's core!
Axes high, shields collide, fear my blazing sight,
I’m ready for battle! I’m ready to fight!

Step back, step back, the storm draws near,
The song of my steel is all you’ll hear.
Raise your horns, for the fight is nigh,
Tonight we conquer; tonight you die!

I’m ready for battle! Hear my war cry roar!
Hey, hey! Feel the fury of a warrior's core!
Axes high, shields collide, fear my blazing sight,
I’m ready for battle! I’m ready to fight!

From the fjords to the fields, my name will be sung,
A legend of might, where battles are won.

I'm Ready For Battle!

Friday Gloom

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un jour je partirai,
au-delà des mers,
au-delà des saisons,
au delà du coeur,
de ses mortifères raisons.

les souvenirs resteront,
avec eux, ce qu'il y de plus beau,
ce qu'il y a de plus fou,
ce qu'il y a de plus triste...

ne pleurez pas.
soyez joyeux, 
soyez heureux,

après tout, 
l'amour est là,

c'est le principal...
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Peace & Love for All
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