Freya Dakkar - Hvergelmir Churn (Viking Music) Official Video

Freya Dakkar - Hvergelmir Churn (Viking Music) Youtube Music:    / freya dakkar - topic   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/31OE6... Apple Music:   / freya-dakkar   Lyrics [Verse 1] Below the nine worlds where the cold never breaks Where the mist swallows rivers and the black water wakes No sun ever touched it, no fire, no light Just the roots of Yggdrasil drowning in night The serpent Níðhöggr gnaws at the tree And the dead drift like smoke where they once used to breathe Hvergelmir churns where the rivers were born And the silence cuts deeper than any war horn [Pre-Chorus] This is not death — this is older than bone This is the nothing that came before stone [Chorus] Niflheim — where the cold eats the soul Niflheim — where the lost become whole No glory, no Valhalla, no flame, no throne Just mist and the dark and the weight of alone Niflheim... [Verse 2] Hel walks these halls with one face cold as frost The other side rotting — the living get lost She rules without cruelty, she judges no one She holds what the gods and the warriors shun The cowards come here and the sick and the old Not cursed, just forgotten, not brave, not bold Their names fade like embers that nobody fed And Niflheim swallows the names of the dead [Pre-Chorus] No prayer can reach past the roots and the mist No name lasts forever once Hel has kissed [Chorus] Niflheim — where the cold eats the soul Niflheim — where the lost become whole No glory, no Valhalla, no flame, no throne Just mist and the dark and the weight of alone Niflheim... [Bridge — Spoken, cold whisper, near silence] Before the gods breathed Before the fire met ice Before Odin spoke the first word There was this — Stillness. Mist. Nothing. And it is still here. Waiting. [Verse 3 — slow, heavy, almost chanted] The rivers flow outward — Gjöll, Sylg and Fimbul From Hvergelmir's mouth comes the cold and the rumble Eleven dark rivers that poison the air And the ice builds forever on bones that aren't there [Chorus — Full orchestra, choir swells, massive] Niflheim — where the cold eats the soul Niflheim — where the lost become whole No glory, no Valhalla, no flame, no throne Just mist and the dark and the weight of alone Niflheim... [Outro — Female choir, fading into wind and deep bass drone] Niflheim... Niflheim... The mist takes the name and the name becomes stone Niflheim... Niflheim... The cold was the first thing The cold is the home... #vikingmusic #valhallacalling #vikings