Hrafnafjǫrðr — Stiklastaðr

This track plunges straight into the blood-soaked chaos of Stiklestad, where faith, steel, and fate collided in one of Norway’s most defining battles. With English as the driving language and Old Norse rising in the chorus like a ritual chant, the song captures the final stand of Olav Haraldsson—a king walking into death with cross in hand and war in his wake.

The verses march forward with relentless force, painting the battlefield in iron, mud, and shattered shields, while the Old Norse refrains echo like voices from the sagas themselves. This is not a song of victory, but of sacrifice—where belief is tested against axes, and legacy is sealed in blood.

Heavy guitars, pounding war drums, and choir-like chants form a crushing shield wall of sound, staying true to Hrafnafjǫrðr’s raw viking-rock identity. The blend of languages reinforces the clash between the old world and the new, between gods and kings, between destiny and defiance.

This is Hrafnafjǫrðr at its hardest: uncompromising, ritualistic, and forged in saga fire.

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🎵 Written & performed by Hrafnafjǫrðr
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Stiklastaðr - Official Lyrics

At Stiklestad the sky turned red
Iron rain and bodies dead
Axes fall, the shieldwall cracks
No way home, no turning back

Farmers stand against the crown
Brothers drag each other down
Steel decides what words could not
Faith and blood on frozen ground

No mercy left
No ground to yield
The king still stands
With cross and steel

Blóð ok trú — konungr fell
Járn ok eld — í heljar spell
Kross í hendi, sverð í sár
Stiklarstaðr — blóðigt ár

Mail is torn, the flesh gives way
Spear in chest, the light turns grey
Jarls and peasants break the line
God and man in the same fight

Axes bite, the king is hit
Blood runs down the crucifix
Still he stands, still he bleeds
Crowned in pain, crowned in need

Strike him down
End his reign
But every blow
Carves his name

Blóð ok trú — konungr fell
Járn ok eld — í heljar spell
Kross í hendi, sverð í sár
Stiklarstaðr — blóðigt ár

Hel köllar
jörð drekk blóð
Kristr sér
konungr deyr

HOLD THE LINE
STAND AND BLEED
HOLY BLOOD
ON NORSE SOIL

HOLD THE LINE
NO RETREAT
A KING MUST FALL
SO FAITH CAN RISE

Blóð ok trú — konungr fell
Iron faith — forged in hell
Kross í hendi, sverð í sár
Die for faith
Die for crown

Á Stiklarstaðr
fell heilagr konungr
en blóð hans brennr
í landi Noreg