Born of Loki (Jörmungandr)

#vikingmusic #nordicfolk #music

Beneath the storms.
Beneath the waves.
Where the gods dare not descend.

Jörmungandr, the Midgard Serpent—born of Loki and the blood of giants—grew in the icy depths, rejected by the gods, condemned to the ocean.
Coiled around the world, he sleeps beneath the storms, where the light never descends.

This song tells the legend of the World Serpent, imprisoned in the abyss, whose awakening heralds the fall of the gods and the breaking of the balance.
When he stirs, the world will no longer be able to breathe.

Inspired by Norse mythology, winter storms, and a dark, cinematic atmosphere, this track is a plunge into fear, grandeur, and inevitable destiny.

Undir stormum.
Undir öldum.
Þar sem goðin þora eigi at stíga niðr.


🎧 Headphones recommended

-for more music based on Norse mythology.

⭐ Don't forget to Like, Comment, and Subscribe


© 2025 Raven Dance.
Music composed by Raven Dance.
Artwork generated with AI tools and curated by Raven Dance.
All rights reserved.


#MusiqueViking #MusiqueEpique #MythologieNordique #Vikings #FolkNordique #DarkFolk #VikingFolkSong #nordicballad #norsemythology
#Jormungandr #WorldSerpent #EpicMusic #Cinematic #DarkFantasy #Mythology #Nordic #Ragnarok #loki


Lyrics:

Born of Loki, of giant blood,
Cast into the waves,
In darkness, in endless cold,
He grows where the gods cannot see.

Beneath the storms…
Beneath the waves…
Where the gods
Dare not descend…

Rejected by Odin, condemned to drown,
Jörmungandr, World Serpent, rise.
Coiled beneath the raging tides,
Chaos sleeps in frozen depths,
Until the world can no longer breathe.

Beneath the storms…
Beneath the waves…
Where the gods
Dare not descend…

Jörmungandr, bound to the ocean,
When you move, the gods will fall.
The serpent hears the final call
As the horizon starts to bend.

Sailors pray but never know
What sleeps below, what waits to grow.
Thunder roars, the sky turns dark,
Jörmungandr, World Serpent, rise.

Beneath the storms…
Beneath the waves…
Where the gods
Dare not descend…

Coiled beneath the raging seas,
Chaos sleeps in frozen depths,
Until the world can no longer breathe.

Jörmungandr, prisoner of the ocean,
The balance breaks, the end is near.
If you move, the gods will fall,
The serpent hears the final call.

Undir stormum…
Undir öldum…
Þar sem goðin
Þora eigi at stíga niðr…

Beneath the storms…
Beneath the waves…
Where the gods
Dare not descend…