The Frozen Green - The Greenland Vikings

An intense and haunting dark Nordic folk ballad driven by deep ritual drums, powerful choirs, and a raw, gravelly female voice that tells the tragic, final collapse of the Norse colonies in Greenland. (Verse 1) Erik sailed across the foam To find a place to build a home He named the shores of ice and stone A "Green Land" for the brave alone The grass was bright, the fjords were clear They raised their cattle without fear Underneath the summer sun A brand new kingdom had begun. (Chorus) But the wind began to turn And the fires ceased to burn The ocean turned to walls of whiteIn the endless winter night They prayed to Christ, they held the line Against the freezing march of time But the cold, it never sleeps In the graves the ocean keeps. (Verse 2) The decades passed, the frost crept in To bite the bone and pierce the skin The ships from home no longer came To bring the wood, to stoke the flame The cows are dead inside the stall The heavy snow begins to fall While neighbors hunt the seals at sea The Norsemen cling to history. (Chorus) But the wind began to turn And the fires ceased to burn The ocean turned to walls of whiteIn the endless winter night They prayed to Christ, they held the line Against the freezing march of time But the cold, it never sleeps In the graves the ocean keeps. (Bridge) The iron cracked, the wool grew thin The ice-cap pushed the mountains in The rising tides washed out the shore The green was gone forevermore No final battle, no shields to smash Just empty stone and freezing ash. (Outro) Now the ruins stand alone Silent ghosts of wood and stone The wind still howls across the bay Where the Vikings sailed away... Or where they stayed, frozen in time Underneath the Greenland rime. #darkfolk #vikingmusic #nordicfolk #darknordic #wardrunastyle #darkambient #femalevocals #vikinghistory #ritualdrums #greenlandhistory #norsefolk #epicfolk #melancholicmusic