Hersir

Hersir, Hersir Hersir, Hersir Have you seen a hersir riding A man who does not know abiding The prince of landlots cold and harsh Of mountains, birch, pine and marsh In dragonship or upon horse From Noregr to Kvenland The hersir holds an iron hand on silver Sword and Kinsman Freedom before kings And it is carved upon his ax The hersir stands alone And he is never paying tax Hersir born to be Hersir sworn to be Hersir chieftain to the bone Hersir see him ride Hersir step aside Hersir strong and alone Hersir, Hersir Hеrsir, Hersir Sable, reindeer, walrustusk Thе struggle is from dawn till dusk Frozen tundra makes men hard The hersir rules his own backyard To Holmgard and then back again Eager for returning The further south he sails The further north his heart is yearning The hardest grip of all The hersir holds around a friend Blood brothers forever And into whatever end Hersir born to be Hersir sworn to be Hersir chieftain to the bone Hersir see him ride Hersir step aside Hersir strong and alone Hersir born to be Hersir sworn to be Hersir chieftain to the bone Hersir see him ride Hersir step aside Hersir strong and alone Hersir born to be Hersir sworn to be Hersir chieftain to the bone Hersir see him ride Hersir step aside Hersir strong and alone

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

By dirt and soil, by rock and stone The blade of scythe to mould and hone I honor every word of Heimdall's code I trust the river, soil and earth That gave myself and my kin birth I embrace my sylvan abode My son grows strong as ram and ox By cutting trees and hurling rocks Upon the land that never shall be sold The hands of iron grips the truth Unto to old age, from days of youth Strong enough to always hold Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr Tveita, Boga Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr Lífa, Frelsi No matter how the foul winds blow Deep within myself I know Why and what we are supposed to be I see the herbs and flowers grow Another yеar of riches show Therfore, Hеimdall, I give unto thee Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr Tveita, Boga Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr Lífa, Frelsi Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr Tveita, Boga Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr Lífa, Frelsi

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

Lo and behold, yonder cometh the horde The warband of Danes with their shields and their swords They know not surrender, they lust for the throne And seek to obtain it through manflesh and bone I know in my heart I have already won For Odin foretold that his will shall be done Today we shall hear how the valkyries sing For Eirík inn Sigrsæll, ruler and king Hear me cry into the grey sky Odin owns ye all Runes are cast for those meant to die Allfather answered my call Mountеd on horseback, fearless and first Know Styrbjörn Stеrki, that you have been cursed Here all your Jomsvikings shall meet their fate Allfather wills it, Odin is great Hear me cry into the grey sky Odin owns ye all Runes are cast for those meant to die Allfather answered my call By the spear, you hark and you hear Odin owns ye all See his magic and tremble with fear This day is the day when you fall Óðinn á yðr alla Óðinn á yðr alla Odin owns ye all All I have learned, fighting to stay alive Is that life is dangerous, no one survives Ten years I was given before I depart My life may be forfeit, but joy fills my heart Hear me cry into the grey sky Odin owns us all Runes are cast for those meant to die Allfather answered my call By the spear, you hark and you hear Odin owns us all See his magic and tremble with fear This day is the day when you fall You fall Óðinn á yðr alla Óðinn á yðr alla Oden äger er allihop

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

Sitting on a stump, I watch the goat herd eat It's tedious and grueling Wet and bored by dung and sleet And petty farmboys drooling There by the shoreline the ice starts to melt I'm sensing a feeling I have never felt I'm sensing a feeling I have never felt I know why I'm made, I am off to raid On a longship bound for Jórvik With an axe in hand, in a wild warband Going westwards, going to England Let my mother know that I had to go Where my father once set shore And that I shall loot with king Canute And I won't come home no more And that I shall loot with king Canute And I won't come home no more Sixteen summers I have spent with goats But now I shall be spending The seventeenth on board a boat Into whatever ending I yearn for adventure, for silver and fame And one day the world shall remember my name One day the world shall remember my name I am sailing west with the very best In pursuit of bloodstained booty For I'm young and free and my legacy Shall be carved in stone for all to see Let the rough sea whip on this dragon ship Njord will hear me say "If the seas are rough I will laugh it off For today I sail away" If the seas are rough I will laugh it off For today I sail away I know why I'm made, I am off to raid On a longship bound for Jórvik With an axe in hand, in a wild warband Going westwards, going to England Let my mother know that I had to go Where my father once set shore And that I shall loot with king Canute And I won't come home no more And that I shall loot with king Canute And I won't come home no more

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

Giant son of evening wolf Good hearted and strong Guardsman of the fell and of the firth Raider of Karelians Ever you belong To Sandnes, and the magic frozen earth Nightwolf, even-beast Father of a captain going The Tengel-trail and east Listen to the hirdman rowing Stern and proud he lived and died Slain by royal hand When jealous tongues spoke ill enough of him Ever shall his deeds with pride Be honored on my land Like Kveldulf, Ketil Hœngs and Skallagrím Nightwolf, even-beast Father of a captain going The Tengel-trail and east Listen to the hirdman rowing Wolf blood never dies Thorolf is forever living Wolflike the sunrise Red and unforgiving En er orrosta tókst, gengu Norðmenn hart fram En er orrosta tókst, gengu Norðmenn hart fram Hǫfðu þeir skjǫldu enn traustari en Kvenir Nightwolf, even-beast Father of a captain going The Tengel-trail and east Listen to the hirdman rowing Beast blood nonetheless In Skallagrím and Thorolf living Brim full of wolfishness Cold and unforgiving Nightwolf, even-beast Father of a captain going The Tengel-trail and east Listen to the hirdman rowing

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

Gigja draga, rid och jaga Lyran sjunger hästens sång Ulven smyger, korpen flyger Sången ekar natten lång Yxan blänker, eggen skänker Nya steg till den som går Tveitan dryper, trälen kryper Ulven nyper sig ett får Blod på bogen genom skogen Trogen följer herrens spår Yxor svinga, harpan klinga Natten lång sedan alla år Iz Wodanaz weraz Ser du hästens hovar Och vargens tass? Iz Wodanaz weraz Se de svarta loden Iz Wodanaz weraz Spjutet äro redo Och eggen vass Iz Wodanaz weraz Mannen tillhör Oden Månen skina, pilar vina Vinden pina skinn och mark Gigja draga, för de svaga Odens man är han och stark Iz Wodanaz weraz Ser du hästens hovar Och vargens tass? Iz Wodanaz weraz Se de svarta loden Iz Wodanaz weraz Spjutet äro redo Och eggen vass Iz Wodanaz weraz Mannen tillhör Oden Iz Wodanaz weraz Ser du hästens hovar Och vargens tass? Iz Wodanaz weraz Se de svarta loden Iz Wodanaz weraz Spjutet äro redo Och eggen vass Iz Wodanaz weraz Mannen tillhör Oden

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

Heavy is the yoke of debt on a proud man's back Unbearable the shame of hounding for a whip that cracks The tempest and the stormclouds brought the chilling rain To accompany the somber tone of a lost campaign Stormcrow, bird of prey, rule the tempest The time is nigh to ride for the storm winds blow Vendilkráka, Ōhta-harjaz All shall come to know the claws of the Vendelcrow Meek was the reward for the brave to say the least A carcass on a mound and a meal for wild beasts A wooden crow, woe and broken wings Nonetheless he stood his ground and died a king Stormcrow, bird of prey, rule the tempest The time is nigh to ride for the storm winds blow Vendilkráka, Ōhta-harjaz All shall come to know the claws of the Vendelcrow Stormcrow, bird of prey, rule the tempest The time is nigh to ride for the storm winds blow Vendilkráka, Ōhta-harjaz All shall come to know Stormcrow, bird of prey, rule the tempest The time is nigh to ride for the storm winds blow Vendilkráka, Ōhta-harjaz All shall come to know the claws of the Vendelcrow

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

Skåda hur morgonen gry Solen går upp över Helsingeby Se där i gryningens ljus Gravhögar, hässjor och hus Gravhögar, hässjor och hus Norsmän redo för strid Har kommit i långskepp på Tengeliönjoki Som bröder ty Rus och Kirjál Väntar vid Helsingjavál Väntar vid Helsingjavál Jägarens pilar blir krigarens lod Årdret blir spjutspets och svärd Vårdkasens brand skänker hetta i blod Östvart för hem och för härd För Helsingjavál och vår värld Skåda hur sköldarna möts Skåda hur yxegg och klinga här blöts Vägen till allfaders sal Väntar vid Helsingjavál Väntar vid Helsingjavál Jägarens pilar blir krigarens lod Årdret blir spjutspets och svärd Vårdkasens brand skänker hetta i blod Östvart för hem och för härd För Helsingjavál och vår värld

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026

I ask of thee to listen To what I wish to tell For thy life hangs upon thy choice To heed and listen well Heathen words are hidden Thus not heard by us before The wisdom of our forebears In magic healing lore Mugwort and waybread Wyrm crushing stune and betony For chamomile we sing Wergulu shall sting Thistle-blisters on the healthy Chervil and fennel Sour apple mush Nine twigs of Odin All ye withstood Herbs of the woods For wretched and for the wealthy Wyrþun Taðaz Wyrþun Taðaz Grind each herb into dust and pour On water, pour on ash Add fennel to the mixture boil A paste out of the mash Sing the Galðr over each One plant of the nine Into the wound and ears Over the apple verses trine Mugwort and waybread Wyrm crushing stune and betony For chamomile we sing Wergulu shall sting Thistle-blisters on the healthy Chervil and fennel Sour apple mush Nine twigs of Odin All ye withstood Herbs of the woods For wretched and for the wealthy Snake poison in the air we breathe And wyrm venom in the water There is not in the snake-drops The healing we seek Ebb and saltwater rise Rise, every herb and shield us Nine twigs, nine runes And yarrow, and leek The Earth doth provide us What comfort we need When we are sickly When we are weak Mugwort and waybread Wyrm crushing stune and betony For chamomile we sing Wergulu shall sting Thistle-blisters on the healthy Chervil and fennel Sour apple mush Nine twigs of Odin All ye withstood Herbs of the woods For wretched and for the wealthy Mugwort and waybread Wyrm crushing stune and betony For chamomile we sing Wergulu shall sting Thistle-blisters on the healthy Chervil and fennel Sour apple mush Nine twigs of Odin All ye withstood Herbs of the woods For wretched and for the wealthy Wyrþun Taðaz Wyrþun Taðaz

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 10, 2026