Dark Norse Epic Viking Song – Valhalla’s Breath (Old Norse) | Radd Rúnanna

⚔️ “When thunder calls and ravens fly, the gates of Valhalla stand open.”

Beneath Odin’s gaze, steel clashes and ravens cry as the chosen march through mist and thunder toward the golden hall. There, mead flows without end, songs echo through the ages, and the fearless rest until destiny calls them again. This is the breath of Valhalla — the heartbeat of Asgard carried on the storm’s wind.

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“Where ancient voices rise, destiny awakens.”

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🎼 “Valhalla’s Breath” — Original Lyrics | Performed in Old Norse (Ancient Norse/Icelandic dialect)

Þórr þrumar í skýi hátt,
mjölnir ber gegn úlfa nátt.
Himin klofnar, eldr í sál,
bragðr af dauða — Valhǫll kallar mál.

Bráðr stormr reið af norðri djúpt,
Oðinn segr: “Berjast, sveinr, nú skjótt!”
Hrafn flýgr yfir vígblǫðr rauð,
tíðar komnar — æsir biðja dauð.

Herja niðr við jǫtun stór,
Þórr’s högg — jarðr titrar þvór.
Sól hverfr, ok fjǫr strýkr vindr,
Valr fellr, en sál Hans bindr.

Oðinn sitr á Hliðskjálf hátt,
auga gefit — viskan þrátt.
Hann sá fylgjur, orlog rún,
með Ginnungagap í hjarta brú.

Ginnheilagr vé í nátt’s roð,
hǫrgr reist með blóði móð.
Seiðr kallar, drótt sinnar stendr,
Valhǫll opnast fyrir sálir bendr.

Berserkr rœkr með skjǫldr í hand,
hár sem þoka, augu sand.
Þeyr blásir frá Heljar barm,
en hugr stendur — hugr er arm.

Þórr’s dundr ber frið í stríð,
mjǫlnir’s ljómi lýsir tíð.
Oðinn’s orð, runur gróin,
ginnheilög örlǫg — til vígr þeir fǫrin.

Þegar dusk fellr ok ljós dey,
sálir sigla yfir Gjallar-brú ley.
Valhǫll’s dǫrr opnast þýðr,
Þórr ok Oðinn drekkr með stríðr.

Sverð glymr í lopt sem stormr ór haf,
fjall svarar, sem dýrsins hraf.
Fylgjur syngja um helga lið,
berserkar dansa með úrsins við.

Dróttinn kallar með horn ok brand,
blóðr rennr sem áin grand.
Eldr í hjarta, styrkr í kné,
inn síðasti hróp um ævin’s tré.

Skuggi ferr yfir fold ok fjǫll,
hvassr andi gnístr við haukrans gjǫll.
Valkyrjur ríða á skýi bjart,
með skjǫld ok spjǫt — til dómr ok dǫðr.

En þegar kyrra kemr nǫtt,
hugr hvílist, stríð hefir sott.
Sálir kveðja ok vísa spor,
inn í draumr Valhǫllar dǫrr.

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📖 “Valhalla’s Breath” — Epic Saga Translation (British English)

Thor thundered high within the cloud,
His hammer struck the wolves of night.
The heavens split, a flame awoke,
The taste of death — and Valhalla spoke.

A storm rode swift from the deep north,
Odin cried: “Stand, young warrior, forth!”
A raven wheeled o’er the blood-stained field,
The hour had come — the gods would yield.

They smote the giant in the vale,
Thor’s blow made earth and stone to quake.
The sun withdrew, the wind grew cold,
And bound were the souls of the brave and bold.

Odin sat in his high throne’s keep,
One eye given, his wisdom deep.
He read the runes of fate and doom,
And bridged his heart through the yawning gloom.

In sacred halls where night ran red,
An altar rose where the blood was shed.
The seer called out, the war-band stayed,
And Valhalla opened for those who prayed.

A berserker roared with shield in hand,
His hair like mist, his eyes like sand.
A bitter wind from the shadowed deep,
Yet still his spirit did vigil keep.

Thor’s thunder stilled the wrath of war,
His hammer’s light the way did pour.
Odin’s words, in runes long sown,
Led fated men to the field they’d known.

When dusk came down and light did fade,
The souls crossed o’er the bridge well-made.
Valhalla’s gates swung open wide,
And Thor and Odin drank beside.

Swords rang out like storms at sea,
The mountains answered the raven’s plea.
The guardian-spirits sang their song,
And berserks danced the whole night long.

The lord called forth with horn and brand,
And blood ran swift like a river’s hand.
Fire burned in the steadfast heart,
The final cry ‘neath the life-tree’s part.

A shadow passed o’er hill and plain,
The hawk’s sharp cry in the cold wind’s strain.
Valkyries rode on the shining cloud,
With shield and spear — both grim and proud.

Yet when the stillness claimed the night,
The spirit rested, the war took flight.
The souls moved on, their path well-worn,
And passed through Valhalla’s dream-born door.

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