Vakning Völvunnar (Awakening of the Seeress) [[English]] | Atmospheric Cinematic Folk [DMCA Free]

Welcome to The Nordic Void. "Wake! I sing the corpse's spell! Wake! Beside the gates of Hel!" Drawing inspiration from the ancient Eddic poem Baldrs Draumar (Baldr's Dreams), this atmospheric Nordic folk piece portrays Odin’s fateful journey down into Niflheim to wake a dead Völva (seeress). Driven by eerie throat-singing, low guitars, and tribal percussion, the track tells the tale of the Allfather disguised as Vegtamr seeking answers about Baldr's nightmares and the impending doom of Ragnarök. 🎵 DMCA / Copyright Free: This track is 100% DMCA-free and royalty-free. It is safe for Twitch streamers, YouTubers, and all content creators to use without copyright strikes. Music generated with Suno. Artwork generated with Midjourney. Video made in: https://vizzy.io Project by: The Nordic Void Lyrics The golden halls were shadowed by a heavy, breathless dread The shining son was haunted by the visions of the dead The gods convened in council, silent fear within their eyes For the morning sun of Asgard was preparing for his own demise The Allfather rose from the high and ancient throne He strapped the heavy saddle to the eight-legged bone He rode beyond the rainbow, to the fading of the light Down into the valleys of the never-ending night Down the steep and freezing road, where the living cannot tread Past the hound of deep despair with his chest of dripping red The earth begins to tremble and the skies are bleeding black The king of gods is riding and he isn't turning back Wake! I sing the corpse's spell! Wake! Beside the gates of Hel! From the moss and from the clay I drag your spirit to the day! Awake beneath the bitter rain And tell the Allfather of the coming pain! Speak the doom, oh silent bone To the wanderer unknown! At the eastern gate of darkness where the weeping willows rot Lies a burial mound of wisdom that the mortal world forgot Odin stood before the dirt in the freezing, bitter wind And chanted ancient magic that no living soul had penned The heavy earth cracked open, the roots began to tear A rotting corpse ascended through the freezing winter air Snow upon her shoulders, and the frost upon her face Summoned from the silence of her lonely resting place Wake! I sing the corpse's spell! Wake! Beside the gates of Hel! From the moss and from the clay I drag your spirit to the day! Awake beneath the bitter rain And tell the Allfather of the coming pain! Speak the doom, oh silent bone To the wanderer unknown! "What man is this," she whispered, "who multiplies my grief? Who pulls me from the falling snow and offers no relief? The rain has washed my flesh away, the dew has chilled my soul, For whom are the benches golden, who fills the mead and bowl?" Odin stood in shadow: "Vegtam is my name! Tell me of the underworld and who shall claim the flame? Why are the shields all shining in the halls of the abyss?" "The mead is brewed for Baldr, with a fatal, bitter kiss." "Who will strike the shining god? Who brings the bloody night?" "The blind one carries mistletoe, to extinguish Asgard's light!" Odin pressed the spirit, his disguise began to fall "Who are the weeping maidens who toss their scarves against the wall?" The dead woman glared through the hollows of her skull The magic of the wanderer was breaking and grown dull "You are not Vegtam! You are Odin, lord of men! And I will never rise to speak the prophecy again!" Wake! I sing the corpse's spell! Wake! Beside the gates of Hel! From the moss and from the clay I drag your spirit to the day! Awake beneath the bitter rain And tell the Allfather of the coming pain! Speak the doom, oh silent bone To the wanderer unknown! "Ride home, oh Allfather, ride back into the light... No man shall ever wake me from the darkness of the night... Until the heavy chains are broken and the final ship sets sail... Until the gods are burning and the weary world will fail..." The grave seals shut. The snow falls deep. The seeress returns to her endless sleep.