We are the Sorrow of Sprouts #vikings #norsemythology #viralsong #newsong #SorrowofSprouts #fyp

Ole walks the wind-torn pines of Vinland shore to shore, A chieftain born in winter flame, yet asking for much more. His wife, wise Flis, with iron grace, can still a blade with glance, Feared by those who cross her path, loved by those who get the chance. Three hearts beat under northern skies, three sparks against the snow, Hersir Kian with lion fire, and Snör Jensy in the glow. Oddur, Jarl’s son, watches storms like they were calling his name, Unknown is where the waves will break, but he stands ready for the flame. Hear the oars, hear the old gods singing, See the black sea, see the banners rising. Every scar is a vow we’re bringing, Every breath is a drum in the night. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, We rise, we rise from the frost and the doubt. Hand in hand, through the storm, through the roar, We were broken once, but we’re strong evermore. Sorrow of Sprouts, sing it loud, Steel in the heart and a fire in the cloud. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, And the world will remember our names. Flis keeps counsel by the hearth where the salt and shadow meet, Ole drinks the smoke and plans the dawn, his boots beat time with grief. Kian rushes toward the clash, a wolf in woven hide, Jensy laughs at fear itself and makes the dark divide. Oddur sharpens silence slow, then steps where thunder falls, A son of no remembered map, yet bound to stand through all. Love is not a gentle thing where winter teaches pride, It’s the hand that pulls you back from war, the hand that sends you out to ride. Hear the oars, hear the old gods singing, See the black sea, see the banners rising. Every scar is a vow we’re bringing, Every breath is a drum in the night. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, We rise, we rise from the frost and the doubt. Hand in hand, through the storm, through the roar, We were broken once, but we’re strong evermore. Sorrow of Sprouts, sing it loud, Steel in the heart and a fire in the cloud. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, And the world will remember our names. Then came the whisper, then the knife, then betrayal at the gate, Smoke curled like a serpent’s vow beneath a blood-red evening sate. Ole held fast, Flis did not bend, their children took the line, Kian like a charging tide, Jensy bright as battle signs. Oddur found his unknown path in the crush of shield and stone, Where fear had tried to name him, now the thunder made him known. If legend needs a living pulse, a family made of flame, Then carve this into winter ice: we answered and became. When the long night leans on the bone of the world, We do not fold, we do not fade. We are the song the sea has hurled, We are the oath that will not break. From mother, father, daughter, son, From grief to gold, from ash to sun. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, We rise, we rise from the frost and the doubt. Hand in hand, through the storm, through the roar, We were broken once, but we’re strong evermore. Sorrow of Sprouts, sing it loud, Steel in the heart and a fire in the cloud. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, And the world will remember our names. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, We rise, we rise from the frost and the doubt. Hand in hand, through the storm, through the roar, We were broken once, but we’re strong evermore. Sorrow of Sprouts, sing it loud, Steel in the heart and a fire in the cloud. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, And the world will remember our names. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, We rise, we rise from the frost and the doubt. Hand in hand, through the storm, through the roar, We were broken once, but we’re strong evermore. Sorrow of Sprouts, sing it loud, Steel in the heart and a fire in the cloud. We are the Sorrow of Sprouts, And the world will remember our names.