Mead After Midnight – Asgard Inferno

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The Warrior’s Path

This compassionate track opens the album with the raw fire of transformation — the journey of a young man stepping from innocence into legend. Guided by storm and steel, he learns that a true warrior is forged not only in battle, but in spirit. The song rises from quiet resolve to thundering defiance, capturing the moment when courage replaces fear and destiny calls across the northern winds.

[Verse]
Born under a sky so wide so gray
Where the wolves sang the night into day
A stick in his hand he called it a blade
Dreams of glory in the battles he made

[Prechorus]
But the world ain’t kind it’s a bitter test
The mountain’s steep no time to rest

[Chorus] The warrior’s path is cold and long
Each step a verse in an untold song
The scars on his skin they write his name
No crown without the fire and flame

[Verse]
He chased the wind through fields of stone
Fought shadows that whispered “you’re alone”
The echoes of heroes danced in his mind
But the weight of doubt was not far behind

[Prechorus]
Every stumble taught him to rise
Every tear sharpened his eyes

[Chorus]
The warrior’s path is cold and long
Each step a verse in an untold song
The scars on his skin they write his name
No crown without the fire and flame

Frozen Veil

This atmospheric song is a hymn to the North itself — to the endless ice, the whispering pines, and the silent strength of winter. Beneath its frozen veil lies a wild, untamed beauty that commands both reverence and fear. Powerful riffs intertwine with haunting melodies, capturing the spirit of nature as both protector and judge — eternal, cold, and magnificent.

[Verse]
The sky is a mirror of silver and blue
Snow whispers secrets the winds only knew
Each step crunches soft on a frost-bitten trail
The world wears a crown of a frozen veil

[Chorus]
Oh the North
Where the cold heart sings
Where the stars are ice and the moon takes wing
A land so wild it could never be tamed
In the frozen breath
Beauty is framed

[Verse]
The pine trees stand tall
Their arms full of snow
Guardians of secrets from ages ago
Rivers are frozen
Their songs trapped in glass
Time seems to linger
Refusing to pass

[Prechorus]
Auroras dance
A ghostly parade
In hues that only the heavens have made

[Chorus]
Oh the North
Where the cold heart sings
Where the stars are ice and the moon takes wing
A land so wild it could never be tamed
In the frozen breath
Beauty is framed

[Bridge]
The silence speaks louder than words ever could
In the hush of the forest
I’ve understood
The mystic
The magic
The stories untold
In the arms of the North
The world turns to gold

Feast Of Fumbles

This upbeat tune brings a hearty dose of chaos to the table — a roaring celebration of mead, music, and glorious disaster. Between spilled horns, broken benches, and off-key battle songs, the night becomes a legend in its own right. Beneath the laughter and clatter lies the true Viking spirit: joy found not in perfection, but in shared moments of wild, unforgettable camaraderie.

[Verse]
The mead was flowing the fire roared bright
A boar on the table a feast of delight
Bjorn raised his goblet said here’s to the king
But slipped on a chicken wing oh what a thing

[Chorus]
Feast of fumbles a night gone wild
Axes clanging like a reckless child
Laugh till the dawn no time for pride
In the feast of fumbles where chaos collides

[Verse]
Sigrid was dancing her braids in a spin
Her foot caught a ladle she fell in the bin
The jester was juggling he dropped every ball
Thor’s hammer’s got nothing on this dining hall

[Chorus]
Feast of fumbles a night gone wild
Axes clanging like a reckless child
Laugh till the dawn no time for pride
In the feast of fumbles where chaos collides

[Bridge]
The goat’s on the table the dog’s on the chair
Someone just set fire to the chieftain’s hair
The bard’s lost his lute now he’s singing off key
And the soup’s got a fish that looks angry at me

[Chorus]
Feast of fumbles a night gone wild
Axes clanging like a reckless child
Laugh till the dawn no time for pride
In the feast of fumbles where chaos collides

Heiðabýr’s Glory

This track thunders like a market drum, hailing Hedeby—the roaring crossroads of the North. Here longships crowd the docks, silver changes hands, and the air is thick with salt, smoke, and shouted bargains. The song celebrates the city’s heartbeat: traders from every horizon, crafts hammered bright, and a tide of furs, amber, iron, and hope flowing between the North Sea and the Baltic. In Hedeby’s clamor, fortunes rise—and legends, too.

[Verse]
Where fjords kiss the golden tide
Ships with dragon heads glide wide
Heiðabýr
A jewel of trade
In your halls
The world was made

Silver gleams and spices flow
Runes on stones where stories grow
Axes
Amber
Silk
And steel
Here the northmen shaped the deal

[Chorus]
Heiðabýr
Where the winds collide
A Viking heart
A nation’s pride
From every shore
The world we steer
The crown of the north
Oh Heiðabýr

[Verse]
Lanterns glow through endless nights
Market hums with clash and sights
A thousand tongues
A single creed
To conquer want
Fulfill the need

Iron strong and hearts of fire
Dreams that sail and climb higher
Through your gates the sagas run
Glory forged beneath the sun

[Chorus]
Heiðabýr
Where the winds collide
A Viking heart
A nation’s pride
From every shore
The world we steer
The crown of the north
Oh Heiðabýr

Wild And Free

Listen to a roaring toast to love found amid clashing tankards and roaring hearths. In the crush of the longhouse—music blazing, laughter spilling—two hearts break from the crowd and choose each other. The song surges with pounding drums and soaring melody, celebrating a bond that refuses restraint: fierce, tender, and untamed as the northern sea.

[Verse]
The fire roars the tables creak
We feast till the night turns weak
Your laugh cuts through the smoky air

A tankard raised a bold salute
Your braided hair your leather boots
I’m caught like a wolf in a snare

[Chorus]
Dance with me oh wild and free
Spin till the stars blur out of sight
Under the moon just you and me
Feast and flame lead to the night

[Verse]
Your eyes a storm your smile a dare
You toss a bone and shake your hair
I’m pulled like a tide to your shore

You twirl you leap you take my hand
We stomp like thunder through the land
I crave just one dance more

[Prechorus]
The drums they pound the fiddles cry
My heart beats fast I can’t deny

Shieldmaiden’s Flame

This hymn blazes with the honor and ferocity of the women who stood in the shield wall. Drums march like iron boots; melodies soar like spears through dawn mist. The song salutes courage tempered by compassion, strength carried with grace, and a fire that refuses the shadows. In every chorus, a vow: her name will live on where sagas are sung.

[Verse]
She walked through fire
The earth did quake
The wind would howl
The trees would shake
With steel in hand and courage ablaze
She carved her name through endless days

[Chorus]
Oh shieldmaiden
The flame that won’t die
A storm in the night
A star in the sky
Oh shieldmaiden
You gave all for the fight
Your tribe still whispers your name in the night

[Verse]
Her voice was thunder
Her blade sang clear
Each step she took dissolved all fear
The mountains bowed
The rivers froze
Her spirit bloomed like a winter rose

[Prechorus]
No crown
No throne
No tale too small
Just a heart that answered the battle’s call

[Chorus]
Oh shieldmaiden
The flame that won’t die
A storm in the night
A star in the sky
Oh shieldmaiden
You gave all for the fight
Your tribe still whispers your name in the night

[Bridge]
She faced the shadows
Her blood turned the tide
With one final breath
For her kin she cried
The skies wept ash
The earth drank red
But through her fall
Her tribe was fed

Oath Of The Raven

Enjoy a thundered homage to Northern myth — a vow whispered to Huginn and Muninn beneath iron skies. Ritual drums and choir-like chants conjure runestones, wind-torn capes, and the hush before battle. It celebrates loyalty sworn by fire and steel, where fate is read in wing-shadows and every heartbeat echoes an ancient promise to the gods.

[Verse]
Upon the fjord where cold winds bite
The axe swings sharp beneath the night
A raven cries
Its shadow soars
Through misted veils to unknown shores

[Chorus]
Oath of the raven
Blood on the stone
Shield walls thunder
The gods have shown
Oath of the raven
Fate’s thread is spun
We rise with the dawn
We fall with the sun

[Verse]
The hammer strikes
The heavens roar
A serpent coils by ocean’s door
The skalds will sing of fire and frost
Of battles won and kinfolk lost

[Prechorus]
The gods
They watch with eyes of flame
Our deeds carved deep in runes of fame

[Chorus]
Oath of the raven
Blood on the stone
Shield walls thunder
The gods have shown
Oath of the raven
Fate’s thread is spun
We rise with the dawn
We fall with the sun

[Bridge]
Through icy halls where echoes wail
We feast in dreams beyond the pale
Valhalla calls
Her gates ajar
A guiding light
The northern star

Our Last Stand

This powerful battle tune surges like the clash of shields at dawn — an anthem for the moment when retreat is gone and resolve hardens to steel. The verses march through smoke and storm, counting the names we fight for; the chorus lifts like a warhorn, swearing we will not break. Every beat is a footfall toward fate, every riff a vow: if this is the end, we meet it together.

[Verse]
His blade sang loud through the iron air
A lion’s roar
No room for despair
The ground beneath a crimson flood
The price of glory paid in blood

[Prechorus]
Each strike a hymn
Each wound a vow
To the gods who watch him now

[Chorus]
To Valhalla
He rides tonight
On a stallion of fire
Through endless light
The mead will flow
The halls will ring
The warrior falls
Yet the gods will sing

[Verse]
The sky burned red as the shields did clash
His heartbeat drummed in the battle’s thrash
Arrows kissed him
But he stood tall
For he knew his fate
The warrior’s call

[Bridge]
He sees the gates
They gleam like stars
Odin waits
Beneath scars of wars
Feast eternal
The mead runs deep
In Valhalla’s arms
No time to weep

[Chorus]
To Valhalla
He rides tonight
On a stallion of fire
Through endless light
The mead will flow
The halls will ring
The warrior falls
Yet the gods will sing

Viking Voyage

This seafaring tale rides on salt wind and open horizons — an anthem for oars in rhythm and sails catching fate. Bright riffs and driving drums chart a course past fjords, skerries, and star-lit seas, where new coasts rise from the mist. It’s the sound of maps unfolding, gulls crying overhead, and hearts racing toward the unknown: bold, buoyant, and hungry for adventure.

[Verse]
Axes sharp sails flying high
Under the clouds where the seagulls cry
Our dragon prow cuts through the spray
A feast of thunder starts the day

[Chorus]
Row row row to the edge of the world
With a howl and a roar our banner unfurled
Row row row let the saga be told
New lands to conquer new legends to hold

[Verse]
Waves like mountains hearts like steel
The ocean trembles beneath our keel
We carve the horizon no map no chain
The salt in our veins the wind in our mane

[Prechorus]
The gods are watching from their thrones
Their whispers echo in our bones

[Chorus]
Row row row to the edge of the world
With a howl and a roar our banner unfurled
Row row row let the saga be told
New lands to conquer new legends to hold

[Bridge]
Storms can rage let the lightning bite
We’ll sing to the stars in the dead of night
Frost on our beards fire in our eyes
We’ll drink to the glory under northern skies

Ravens And Thunder

This rock heavy track exalts the storm of battle the way old sagas sing it — steel ringing, shields trembling, sky alive with wings and warcries. Rolling drums and jagged riffs crash like breakers, while the chorus lifts a toast to valor, loyalty, and fate. It’s the glory seen from the shield wall: fear swallowed, hearts aflame, and the ravens circling the names that will be remembered.

[Verse]
Blades hum sharp like a winter’s breath
Skies are torn by the song of death
We march through fire we sail through frost
Every step a price no matter the cost

[Prechorus]
Axes bite shields collide
We’re the storm the endless tide

[Chorus]
Ravens and thunder sing our name
Blood runs wild in the veins of fame
Steel meets bone hearts ignite
Honor in darkness we crave the fight

[Verse]
Shieldmaidens howl their war cries deep
Valkyries watching the oaths we keep
The wolf moon rises the battle calls
Glory’s written where the hammer falls

[Bridge]
We feast on fear drink from the fray
To die in war is the only way
The gods are waiting their halls alight
Raise your sword and embrace the night

[Chorus]
Ravens and thunder sing our name
Blood runs wild in the veins of fame
Steel meets bone hearts ignite
Honor in darkness we crave the fight

Battle Of The Horns

This entertaining song battle turns the longhouse into a raucous arena: two merry rivals trading verses and toasts in a call-and-response sing-off. Riffs bounce, the crowd roars, and every chorus ends with a clatter of drinking horns and bragging rights. It’s cheeky, catchy, and gloriously unsteady—proof that victory tastes best when it’s drenched in mead.

[Verse]
My tankard’s deeper than the sea
You couldn’t outdrink a sapling tree
Your horn’s too light
It barely sings
A raven’s thirst could match your wings

[Verse]
Oh spare me tales of hollow boasts
Your ale is weaker than the coast’s
Your head spins fast
Your knees betray
I’ve seen more spine in yesterday’s prey

[Chorus]
Raise the horn
Let it roar
Who will drink forevermore
Clash the mugs
Slam the floor
Battle’s won when none can pour

[Verse]
Your face turns red
Your voice grows shrill
One sip and you’re already ill
You’d better knit or grind some grain
Leave the drinking to the real domain

[Verse]
Your beard is wet
Your tunic’s stained
A warrior’s pride? Oh
How restrained
You boast of strength
But I see through
A gourd of mead could topple you

[Chorus]
Raise the horn
Let it roar
Who will drink forevermore
Clash the mugs
Slam the floor
Battle’s won when none can pour

Stand Tall In The Ashes

An anthem of a lost battle met with unbroken hearts. Smoke, cinders, and blood mark the field, but the warriors lift their voices instead of their shields—vowing to hold the line to the last breath. The riffs burn slow and solemn, then flare into a final charge: glory kept, honor intact, and a seat waiting in Valhalla beyond the dusk.

[Verse]
The sky was torn with crimson screams
Blades clashed under dying beams
We held the line where shadows crawl
And faced the storm that would claim us all

[Prechorus]
The ground was shaking the air was steel
Every breath was fire every wound could heal

[Chorus]
Stand tall in the ashes when the night devours
Hold the line though the end is ours
We may fall but we never break
This is the vow we dared to make

[Verse]
Blood-soaked hands and battered pride
We fought as one we would not hide
The earth drank deep the tears we shed
Our hearts alive though the field was red

[Bridge]
They came like thunder they fell like rain
We bore the scars we embraced the pain
No victory no flag to wave
But courage carved every name in the grave

[Chorus]
Stand tall in the ashes when the night devours
Hold the line though the end is ours
We may fall but we never break
This is the vow we dared to make

Hail To The Gods

This passionate ode lifts a blazing prayer to the old powers of the North — thunder on the shield, wind in the sail, fate in the runes. Voices rise for the All-Father’s wisdom, for storm and hammer, for love and war entwined. The music swells like a temple of drums and chorus, calling on the gods to walk among us, to bless the brave, and to bind our names to saga and star.

[Verse]
High on the winds where the eagles cry
Odin’s eye sees beyond the sky
Runes carved deep into the bark of time
Ancient wisdom whispers
Raw and prime

[Chorus]
Hail to the gods of thunder and might
Ride with the storm through the endless night
Thor’s hammer strikes
The fire ignites
Hail to the gods
Eternal light

[Verse]
Loki laughs where the shadows twist
Chaos blooms with a serpent’s hiss
Freyja weeps
Her tears turn to gold
Beauty and war
Her stories unfold

[Prechorus]
Bifrost shimmers
A bridge of flame
The gods of old
We call your name

[Chorus]
Hail to the gods of thunder and might
Ride with the storm through the endless night
Thor’s hammer strikes
The fire ignites
Hail to the gods
Eternal light

[Bridge]
Ragnarok drums in the heart of the brave
The wolf breaks free from its icy grave
Valhalla calls
Where warriors dine
Raise your horns to the divine

Driftwood Dreams

This song floats like moonlight on a quiet fjord — a gentle lullaby of creaking timbers, distant gulls, and waves that hush the world to sleep. Soft strings and murmured drums rock the longship cradle-slow, while a tender melody carries wishes home on the tide. It’s a calm breath between storms, where even warriors close their eyes and drift.

[Verse]
The fjord is quiet the moon hangs low
Winds whisper secrets only we know
The sea is still yet it hums a tune
A lullaby cradled by the rune

[Chorus]
Drift drift my child to sleep
Where the oceans sing and the mountains weep
Dream dream of skies so wide
In the arms of the gods where love abides

[Verse]
Stars they gather like warriors bold
Guarding your slumber with shields of gold
The frost may bite but it cannot stay
For warmth of my song keeps cold at bay

[Bridge]
Oh the wolf howls but do not fear
The raven flies to keep you near
A ship sails softly on silver streams
Carrying you to driftwood dreams

[Chorus]
Drift drift my child to sleep
Where the oceans sing and the mountains weep
Dream dream of skies so wide
In the arms of the gods where love abides

[Outro]
So close your eyes the night grows deep
The waves will rock you in endless sleep
And when dawn breaks with its golden beams
You’ll wake once more from driftwood dreams

Blöd Og Skjöldir

This tune is a raw, Old-Norse battle hymn—steel on shields, breath in frost, vows shouted into the storm. Sung like a ritual, it praises comradeship at the shield wall, the sting of blóð (blood) and the ring of skjöldir (shields), where courage outlives the clash. Drums pound like marching feet, voices answer in call-and-response, and the refrain swears that honor is earned edge-to-edge and carried into saga.

[Verse]
Við eldinn sat ek
Í stormi kvað
Jörðin grét
Ok vindr rann
Sverð mitt bar ek
Til vega fann
Lífsins logi
Til ragnarök spann

[Chorus]
Blóð og skjöldr
Í eldi dó
Kalla ek Óðinn
Hann svarar þó
Sál mín berst
Í himna bro
Blóð og skjöldr
Mitt nafn skal gro

[Verse]
Á sjónum sigldi ek
Himinn var rautt
Sól brann heitt
Ok draumr varð saut
Brynjur glömruðu
Sigrinn var kátt
En dauðinn var nær
Með sínu mátt

[Prechorus]
Ek dey
Ek lifna
Valhöll kalla
Ek heyri þat kall

[Chorus]
Blóð og skjöldr
Í eldi dó
Kalla ek Óðinn
Hann svarar þó
Sál mín berst
Í himna bro
Blóð og skjöldr
Mitt nafn skal gro

[Bridge]
Grasi vex þar sem ek fell
Skuggi minn lifir
Á fornum fjell
Hrafnar kvaka
Í eyru þell
Sagan mín lifir
Í tíðindum el

Wings Of The Wise

This folkloristic tune rides the midnight air with Odin’s messengers, Huginn and Muninn. Whispered choirs and ringing strings follow their flight over fjord and firelight, carrying thought and memory between worlds. The lyrics trace what the ravens see—oaths kept, paths crossed, secrets in the smoke—until they circle back at dawn, bearing the counsel of the All-Father to those bold enough to listen.

[Verse]
Feathers black as the midnight tide
Whisper secrets where shadows hide
Eyes like embers burn through the frost
Carry the tales of the found and lost

[Chorus]
Huginn flies where the wild winds wail
Muninn sings through the storm’s dark veil
Thought and memory
They roam so free
Odin’s eyes across the endless sea

[Verse]
Wings that brush the edges of the sky
They see the tears that mortals cry
Perched on branches of the world’s great tree
Bearing wisdom from eternity

[Prechorus]
The frost speaks
The fire hums
The beating wings
A war drum

[Chorus]
Huginn flies where the wild winds wail
Muninn sings through the storm’s dark veil
Thought and memory
They roam so free
Odin’s eyes across the endless sea

[Bridge]
What do they see when they cross the sun
When the threads of fate are all undone
Do they weep for the wars we wage
Or laugh at the folly of a fleeting age

United We Thrive

Salute the hands that built the North — the shipwrights and smiths, farmers and fishers, weavers, traders, skalds, and shield-bearers. Driven by hammer-beat rhythms and proud, rising melodies, the song weaves each craft into a single tapestry: timber becomes longships, ore becomes iron, grain becomes feasts, stories become courage. It’s a rousing tribute to a people whose strength is shared — many callings, one clan.

[Verse]
The farmer breaks the frozen ground
Sows the seeds where life is found
The shield-maiden sharpens her blade
Both hands working
Unafraid

[Prechorus]
The blacksmith molds the iron’s will
Hammer strikes echo through the hills

[Chorus]
Together we stand
Together we strive
Each hand builds the fire to keep us alive
From the fjords to the fields
Our strength is one
United we rise beneath the sun

[Verse]
The sailor charts the unkind seas
With wind and stars as his guarantees
The healer gathers roots and leaves
Binding wounds
Wiping tears from sleeves

[Prechorus]
The skald sings tales of the gods above
Weaving words to inspire our love

[Chorus]
Together we stand
Together we strive
Each hand builds the fire to keep us alive
From the fjords to the fields
Our strength is one
United we rise beneath the sun

The Viking Roar

This track raises a tankard to the skalds — quick-witted poets who could flay egos with a couplet and bless warriors with a chorus. This track gallops with swagger and grin, lacing its verses with tongue-in-cheek nods to legendary metal band names (count the Easter eggs!). It’s a rowdy tribute to wordsmiths of the longhouse: loud, clever, and forged for sing-alongs at full volume.

[Verse]
Axes clash
The thunder’s near
Valhalla calls
We’ve no fear!
Metal hearts
They burn alive
On Odin’s wind
We Ride the Sky!

[Prechorus]
Hammer falls
Eternal night
Forged in flame
The ancient rite

[Chorus]
Raise the horns
Let the Saga begin
With the fury of the Iron Maiden’s kin!
From the frozen North
Our hymns shall scream
Viking music reigns
The Slayer of dreams!

[Verse]
Drums of war
They blast like KISS
A RUSH of sound
Pure Judas bliss
Through the mist
The riffs do cry
A Black Sabbath in the blood-red sky!

[Prechorus]
Tales of power
Swords in hand
Echo loud
Across the land

[Chorus]
Raise the horns
Let the Saga begin
With the fury of the Iron Maiden’s kin!
From the frozen North
Our hymns shall scream
Viking music reigns
The Slayer of dreams!

The Warrior’s Alternate Path

Enjoy „The Warrior’s Path“ in its rawest form — breath in the mic, fingers on steel, and the first spark of a hero’s journey. No ornaments, just pulse and grit: a young soul stepping out of boyhood, testing courage against wind and wave. You can hear the blueprint of the album opener taking shape — rough edges intact, momentum undeniable.

[Verse]
Born under a sky so wide so gray
Where the wolves sang the night into day
A stick in his hand he called it a blade
Dreams of glory in the battles he made

[Prechorus]
But the world ain’t kind it’s a bitter test
The mountain’s steep no time to rest

[Chorus]
The warrior’s path is cold and long
Each step a verse in an untold song
The scars on his skin they write his name
No crown without the fire and flame

[Verse]
He chased the wind through fields of stone
Fought shadows that whispered “you’re alone”
The echoes of heroes danced in his mind
But the weight of doubt was not far behind

[Prechorus]
Every stumble taught him to rise
Every tear sharpened his eyes

[Chorus]
The warrior’s path is cold and long
Each step a verse in an untold song
The scars on his skin they write his name
No crown without the fire and flame

Feast Gone Wild

This track flips the tables of „Feast Of Fumbles“—literally. A polka-driven romp through a longhouse in full chaos, it piles on pratfalls and spilled mead with a wink and a stomp. Fiddles whirl, drums skip, and the chorus turns every mishap into a punchline. It’s the album’s cheeky curtain call: joyful, rowdy, and impossible not to toast along to.

[Verse]
The mead was flowing like a golden stream
The roast boar glistened with a smoky gleam
Long tables creaked under weight of bread
And Ragnar laughed till his face turned red

[Prechorus]
Horns in the air we raised a cheer
To the gods
The food
And the barrels of beer

[Chorus]
Feast gone wild
Oh what a sight
From the crack of dawn to the dead of night
Laughter roared
But oh
Beware
When chaos strikes
You’d best prepare

[Verse]
Bjorn tried juggling the chicken legs
Slipped on gravy and split his kegs
Lagertha’s stew hit Sven in the face
He thought it was war
Started swinging a mace

[Prechorus]
Axes clanged
And the tables flipped
Thor himself would’ve lost his grip

[Chorus]
Feast gone wild
Oh what a sight
From the crack of dawn to the dead of night
Laughter roared
But oh
Beware
When chaos strikes
You’d best prepare