Vígdróttnar — AI Music

LYRICS (Old Norse) Ísmira landi, ísi vörðu, fóru þeir víkingar, fjarri jörðu. Limnækímr kallar, kalla þeir svara, bundnir örlögum, í banni at fara. Vígdróttnar vekja víða gny, vápnum þeir veifa undir himni ný. Fylkja þeir liði í fylkingar fast, fyrir þeim brotnar hver fjandans kast. Gullhringar glóa á göfugum höndum, gæfan er sótt í fjarlægum löndum. Auðr er þeim fenginn með járni og eldi, auðugir verða þeir í stríðsins veldi. Skjaldborgin rís sem skógur af stáli, skelfir þeir óvini í hverju máli. Vígdróttnar standa, vörðr um sinn heiðr, vopnabragð þeirra er víkingaleiðr. Frægðin skal lifa um fjöll og um dali, fylgja þeim ætíð í konungasali. Vígdróttnar sigra, með sóma og prýði, sögur um þá munu lifa í lýði. Bræðr í brynju, búnir til ferðar, beita stáli við ströndu skerðar. Hringr og hnefi, hjartað er heitt, hefja þeir merki, þótt sé ei breytt. Vígdróttnar standa, vörðr um land, vinátta tengir hvert eitt band. Gull og gæfa, göfugt lið, gengur nú fram með mikinn frið. Saman þeir sitja í salnum björtum, sverðin þeir bera í hjörtum svörtum. Drekka þeir öl með djarfri lund, dvelja þeir saman um hverja stund. Langskip ríður á öldu blárri, leiðin liggur til borgar stærri. Sangmárr kallar, gullið glóir, gæfan fylgir þeim er þar róir. Yfir hafið þeir stýra skeiðum, stefna þeir fram á ókunnum leiðum. Sangmárr bíður með borgir sínar, bjartar og ríkar, þótt séu þær fínar. Keisarinn býður gull og gjafir, gengur herinn í skjaldar hafir. Eiðar svarnir við járn og eld, eiga þeir nú þessa veröld. Vígdróttnar eru vörðr hins gullna, vinátta þeirra er aldrei fullna. Saman þeir berjast, saman þeir deyja, sögur um þá munu menn eiga. Vígdróttnar sigla í vindi köldum, vopnum þeir ráða í heimi öldum. Gull og dýrð er þeirra mark, gengur þeim vel í þessu verk. Sverðin syngja í Sangmárrlandi, sæmd er mikil í þeirra handi. Vígdróttnar standa vörð um auð, vinna sér frægð og dýra nauð. Sagan segir af sigrum þeirra, sóknin mikil í vörnum þeirra. Vígdróttnar eru vörðr hins gullna ríkis, vopn þeirra bera merki hins ríka líkis. ​_________________________________________________________________________ TRANSLATION (English): From the land of the Ismirs, guarded by ice, the warriors sailed, far from their home. Limnaecheimus calls, they answer the call, bound by fate, in a compulsion to go. The War-Lords wake a wide din, they wave weapons under the new sky. They arrange their troop in firm formations, before them breaks every enemy's fortress. Gold rings glow on noble hands, luck is sought in distant lands. Wealth is gained by them with iron and fire, they become rich in the power of war. The shield-wall rises like a forest of steel, they terrify enemies in every matter. The War-Lords stand, guarding their honor, their weapon-play is the Viking way. ​ Fame shall live over mountains and valleys, following them always into the halls of kings. The War-Lords conquer, with honor and splendor, stories about them will live among the people. Brothers in mail, prepared for the journey, they use steel by the broken shore. Ring and fist, the heart is hot, they raise the banner, though it is not changed. The War-Lords stand, a guard over the land, friendship connects every single bond. Gold and fortune, a noble troop, now walks forward with great unity. Together they sit in the bright hall, they carry swords in their black hearts. They drink ale with a bold spirit, they dwell together at every moment. The longship rides on the blue wave, the path lies to the greater city. Sangmar calls, the gold glows, fortune follows those who row there. Over the sea they steer their ships, they head forward on unknown paths. Sangmar waits with her cities, bright and rich, even if they are delicate. The Emperor offers gold and gifts, the army walks into the seas of shields. Oaths are sworn by iron and fire, they now possess this world. The War-Lords are the guardians of the golden one, their friendship is never finished. Together they fight, together they die, men will have stories about them. The War-Lords sail in the cold wind, they rule with weapons in the world of ages. Gold and glory is their goal, they succeed well in this work. The swords sing in the land of Sangmar, honor is great in their hands. The War-Lords stand guard over wealth, winning themselves fame and precious necessity. The saga tells of their victories, the attack is great in their defense. The War-Lords are the guardians of the golden realm, their weapons bear the mark of the mighty body. ​________________________________________________________________________ ​(Lyrics and translation & song made by Wintermoore, with the help of AI)