Sorrow of Sprouts - The Journey #vikings #viralsong #newsong #norsemythology #fyp #sorrowofsprouts

In Vinland’s frost, where the black pines groan, Ole stands tall on a blood-wet stone. Flis reads the fire like a secret rune, Three young hearts beat beneath the moon. Ole, the chieftain, wild and scarred, Held the oath of the north in his weathered guard. Flis walked beside him, sharp as ice, Wise as a wolf and feared in a fight. Kian lifted steel with a lion’s breath, Snör Jensy laughed in the face of death. Oddur watched storms with a quiet gaze, Jarl’s son forged in the winter haze. Hear the drums roll under the frozen sky, A family bound where the ravens fly. Love and ruin on the same blade’s side, We rise, we break, we roar, we ride. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Fire in the blood and thunder in the throat. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, We are the storm that the longships wrote. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Raise up the banner, let the whole world know. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Born from the ash, and we never let go. Betrayal came dressed in a brother’s face, Salt on the tongue and a knife in the chase. Ole did not bend, Flis did not kneel, They taught their sons how a broken heart heals. Kian charged first through the sleet and smoke, Jensy split fear with a fearless joke. Oddur took a wound, then stood like a tower, Waiting for fate in that ruinous hour. Hear the hall rise in a hammering cry, Old songs wake when the bold don’t die. Love and ruin on the same blade’s side, We rise, we break, we roar, we ride. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Fire in the blood and thunder in the throat. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, We are the storm that the longships wrote. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Raise up the banner, let the whole world know. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Born from the ash, and we never let go. Now the wild lands remember their name, Not as a tribe, but a living flame. Flis like winter, Ole like stone, Three brave heirs make the dark their own. Kian, Jensy, Oddur, hear the oars, Legend is marching across these shores. If doom comes near, then doom will learn, Even ash can refuse to burn. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Fire in the blood and thunder in the throat. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, We are the storm that the longships wrote. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Raise up the banner, let the whole world know. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Born from the ash, and we never let go. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, The name lives on where the cold winds blow. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, We are the saga, and the saga grows. Sorrow of Sprouts, Sorrow of Sprouts, Sing it in iron, sing it in snow.