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Beyond the Steel Horizon (Viking song)
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Grey mist is crowning mountains tall,
Salt on lips, a burning thirst.
Great Njord hides distant shores,
But our drakkar cuts waves, from danger burst.
We have challenged freezing gale,
We spit on wrath of squall!
Our souls are forged of fire and steel,
Our hearts are for Valhalla's hall!
Sail is tearing! Oars are groaning!
Icy water's raging wild!
But we scream: HEY, HEY ONWARD!
To edge of unknown side!
HEY, ONWARD!
BEYOND THE STEEL HORIZON!
THROUGH FREEZING STORM THAT SHREDS THE SAIL!
WE’RE DRIVEN FORWARD, THOUGH OUR MUSCLES FAIL!
(IT'S NOT A FATE, BUT RAGE OF GALE!)
In our veins, not blood — but ice and fire,
Beards in frost, our palms are scarred.
We don't pray to gods of pyres,
Our god is steel in our hand!
The songs that we sing are thunder,
Our dance is fury of melee!
We don't know what is waiting yonder,
But we'll drink cup of our fate today.
HEY, ONWARD!
BEYOND THE STEEL HORIZON!
THROUGH FREEZING STORM THAT SHREDS THE SAIL!
WE’RE DRIVEN FORWARD, THOUGH OUR MUSCLES FAIL!
(IT'S NOT A FATE, BUT RAGE OF GALE!)
No family, no home, no haven...
Only brothers, rowing as one.
Just faith in ourselves, and power,
That judges when battle's begun!
We are wolves from freezing fjord,
Our destiny is to roam.
And let Hel's cold will take us tomorrow,
From this path, we'll never go home!
HEY, ONWARD!
BEYOND THE STEEL HORIZON!
THROUGH FREEZING STORM THAT SHREDS THE SAIL!
WE’RE DRIVEN FORWARD, THOUGH OUR MUSCLES FAIL!
(IT'S NOT A FATE, BUT RAGE OF GALE!)
