Trollslayer in the Fjords (version 2)

Intro

(Gravel on the riverbed — my boots are still wet)

(Mjölnir in the saddle... Ride!)

(Hear me now: there's a way to be more dead...)

Verse 1 – male vocal, sparse and direct

Fjordwater cold beneath the pale dawn

(Pound it out! Pound it out!)

I stand on the shore where the troll-bodies rot

Six feet tall, but I don't need the height

Bare steel in my hand like an oar through thick ice

The giants sleep while I watch the tide go by

My father fought these mountains with a flintlock and lead

But when you're small against something much greater than your deed

A new kind of strength is born in the dark of your chest

I'll take the nine steps to Jörmungand, and make him know what unrest...

Pre-Chorus – rising battle drums

Gravel on gravel: every step takes me closer (Closer)

The river runs black through my legs like a tide (Tide!)

Hear the ice creaking — it's all coming down!

Chorus

(Mjölnir on the water, nine steps to the deep...)

I am the trollslayer in the fjords where I sleep (SLEEP... SLEEP...)

(Rise up! Rise up!)

I will not be forgotten when the mountains shake their head

My bones in these hills for generations yet unborn (Yet Unborn)...

Verse 2 – male vocal, sparse and direct

The longhouse burned down after my father fell

But I rebuilt it stone by stone where his ashes used to dwell

Every time the winds howl, I'm back inside that flame

I know the fire's still burning where a man was lost and claimed...

Five brothers gone in battle, one in the cold and dark

(Pound it out! Pound it out!)

The only thing left of me is this iron spear-tip in my spark

I'll throw it straight into Jörmungand until he knows I came (CAME...)

My people were farmers; our crops were never grand

But the earth remembers us still, and swallows what I planned to stand

Pre-Chorus – rising battle drums

Gravel on gravel: every step takes me closer (Closer)

The river runs black through my legs like a tide (Tide!)

Hear the ice creaking — it's all coming down!

Chorus

(Mjölnir on the water, nine steps to the deep...)

I am the trollslayer in the fjords where I sleep (SLEEP... SLEEP...)

(Rise up! Rise up!)

I will not be forgotten when the mountains shake their head

My bones in these hills for generations yet unborn (Yet Unborn)...

Verse 3 – male vocal, sparse and direct

I find him tangled, a mile down from the shore

A serpent's jaw-bone open wide enough to swallow a fjord

Every bite I take is one more step into his mind

The venom burns hot through my chest where a man used to be fine...

Twenty years on the ice as the troll hunter's name

(Pound it out! Pound it out!)

I learned every mountain path, knew each wind-carried flame

My final blow cuts the tide and sends the earth to shake

The fjord-bed roars up from beneath me like a fire I used to make (MAKE...)

Pre-Chorus – rising battle drums

Gravel on gravel: every step takes me closer (Closer)

The river runs black through my legs like a tide (Tide!)

Hear the ice creaking — it's all coming down!