Vinlandic Northern Heritage
Long far the winds of the north They call for me from Asgardhr in halls of gold the bronze horn I hear and my father's creed Their voices I hear For my blood for my folk for my honour for Odin
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Cold is the wind that blows our sail Farther out to sea lost our way Black clouds darken the western sky Raging waves we rode all through the night Yet morning came with the suns first rays The sea laid still the serpent sleeps Sounds of birds and the sweetest smell Like ale in the air how could this be Then through the mist a land took shape the like our eyes had never seen A land of white and green and gold Hail Odin let us here make our home
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026