Worn Oars of the North
Dark, strong Viking shanty with scratchy vocals telling of warriors far from battle, seeking home. War drums, stomping percussion, mournful fiddle, sparse guitar, and distant Viking chants. Tired, worn, and sea-beaten.
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Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse]
We sailed the longships, winds so cold,
Through stormy seas where shadows fold.
Our eyes yearn for the green hills,
Where our kin and fires burn still.
[Chorus]
Oh, we're Viking hearts adrift at sea,
Longing for the land where we lay free.
In the night, the stars are our guide,
Home, home, where the fire burns wide.
[Verse]
The war drums echo, in my dreams,
A distant call to battles that gleam.
Yet here we lie, on the hard wood floor,
Worn by time, our strength is no more.
[Chorus]
Oh, we're Viking spirits, lost and true,
Dreaming of the hearths we left behind, oh so few.
In the night, the winds sing our song,
Home, home, where the heart belongs.
[Outro]
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