Row to the Raid (Epic Folk Metal / Sea Shanty Fusion)

“Row to the Raid” is an original Epic Folk Metal and Sea Shanty fusion track built for stormy skies, roaring oars, and the fire of a Viking war‑chant.

It blends pounding rhythms, folk‑driven melodies, and shanty‑style call‑and‑response to capture the raw energy of a longship cutting through mist toward battle. This song is meant to feel like steel in your hands, wind in your face, and destiny in the tide beneath you.

This track was written and produced by me using a mix of human creativity and AI‑assisted tools. All lyrics, melodies, and arrangements are original and created specifically for this release. The artwork is also original and made for this track.

Themes & Mood
Viking raids & longship journeys
Brotherhood and battle‑bonded loyalty
Mythic atmosphere
Epic folk metal energy
Sea shanty cadence and rhythm

About the Track
“Row to the Raid” follows a crew of storm‑born warriors rowing toward their next conquest. Mist rises, ravens circle, and the war drums echo across the river as the longship glides toward the shore. The song mixes the grit of metal with the communal power of a shanty — a battle cry carried by oars, wind, and fate.

Production Notes
Original composition
AI‑assisted tools used for arrangement and sound design
Mixed and finalized manually
Static artwork created specifically for this track

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Genre: Epic folk metal / sea shanty fusion

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oars in the water, hearts full of flame,
Steel in our hands and none left to tame.
Mist on the river, the dawn creeping red,
We row to the rhythm of the war drums ahead.

[Chorus]
Row! Row! Through the winding tide,
Storm-born brothers, side by side.
Row! Row! Let the longship glide,
To the land where the riches hide!

[Verse 2]
Shields on the gunwale, eyes on the shore,
We’ve sung of this moment in sagas of yore.
The gods watch above as the ravens take flight,
We strike like thunder in the dead of night.

[Bridge]
Hear the creak of timber, the howl of the wind,
The river bends like fate we’ve pinned.
No mercy given, no fear to show,
We carve our names where the cold winds blow.

[Chorus]
Row! Row! Through the winding tide,
Storm-born brothers, side by side.
Row! Row! Let the longship glide,
To the land where the riches hide!

[Outro]
And when the fire rises, and the halls burn bright,
We’ll drink to the raid in the pale moonlight.
Oars in the water, blood on the blade—
We are the Vikings, born to raid!