Mr3M - Saga of the seafarers

Through the smoke, the figures emerge grim
Mighty engines, the war cry of seraphim
Each spark flying like strikes from Mjolnir's charm
In the factory's glow, they arm for harm

To the grind and the fire, their bodies they lend
With each strike of the hammer, their resolve will not bend
In northern seas, they carve their fate, proud
With iron will, their stories engraved
For they seize the shores, their sagas unfurled
In the heart of battle, their glory takes shape
By Odin's might, they stand, they belong;
Wielding axes, their spirits are strong
With thunderclaps beneath their chests, loud
They ride the storm, their drums are the waves
Steel against steel, their anthem roar
Victorious cries, in Valhalla they crave

To Valhalla they march, through the ice and the wind
With the fury of gods, they're eternally kin'd
Frostbitten sails, against the howling gales, they forge
Through icy torrents, their legend grows, ever more
They strike like lightning, their axes cleave shadows
On foreign lands, they leave their mark, in blood and snow

From northern lights to the fields of war
In Odin's name, they conquer, they soar

In the darkened fjords, where the cold winds moan
A brotherhood in steel, their fates are thrown
Grim-faced warriors, with eyes like the storm
Their hammers crash, as new legends are born

Through the frozen mists, their longships they steer
Ancestors hail, the fallen they revere
In the halls of the slain, their echoes resound
Beneath the moon's pale light, with mead they are crowned
The raven's quest, to Valhalla's gate
In a tapestry of blood, they weave their fate
To the rhythm of hammers, the anvils sing
Their legacy carved, by the steel they bring
Through the veil of fog, their iron hearts pound
Crashing shores ahead, their destiny bound
Their shadows cast by the fire's red glow
In the dance of death, they confront their foe

Like the wolf to the moon, to the sky they bellow
In metal and blood, a fearsome billow

In the heart of Norsemen, the engines roar
Motors grinding like beasts of lore
Smoke and metal, the combo divine
Like sparks from their swords, their eyes do shine

Forge and fire, the rhythm goes wild
Industrial might, Viking child

Written by:
Rene Waardt

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