THE OLD WARRIOR'S LAMENT ( VIKING MUSIC )

The Old Warrior's Lament

In the hall of mead and memory, where the fire's embers glow,
I sit among the shadows, where the ancient spirits go.
The laughter once so hearty now echoes in the dark,
For each year I find fewer who share the warriors' mark.

With every clash of battle, with every raid and war,
The faces of my brothers grow fewer than before.
Their voices haunt the silence, their deeds live in the song,
But in this hall of heroes, it feels I've waited long.

We raised our horns to Odin, we sang of Valhalla's halls,
We carved our names in legend upon the ancient walls.
Yet now the benches empty, the tales are mine to tell,
Of friends who stood beside me, and fought so fierce and well.

With every clash of battle, with every raid and war,
The faces of my brothers grow fewer than before.
Their voices haunt the silence, their deeds live in the song,
But in this hall of heroes, it feels I've waited long.

Oh, where are those who fought with me, who shared the blood and pain?
The storm that rages in my heart, it never will be tamed.
For though the world grows quiet, and peace is all around,
I yearn for those fierce moments, when the battle drums did sound.

With every clash of battle, with every raid and war,
The faces of my brothers grow fewer than before.
Their voices haunt the silence, their deeds live in the song,
But in this hall of heroes, it feels I've waited long.

So here I sit, a warrior, with a heart both proud and torn,
In the hall of mead and memory, till the break of mourn.
I'll join them soon, my brothers, in Valhalla's endless cheer,
But till that day, I'll honor them, with every fallen

🎵 Welcome to "The Old Warrior's Lament," a poignant and powerful Viking music video that tells the tale of a seasoned warrior reflecting on his life and battles. 🌌