Viking Money (wersja 2)

Verse

Golden horns on the corner of Wall Street towers.

I trade my sword for a 401k hour.

Runes carved in pixels on a glass screen wall.

I still answer to the same old call.

Ragnarok wasn't built with paper stacks.

It was built before the money came back.

Fenrir's chain is woven out of debt.

And the dragon's hoard is just a profit feat.

I keep my beard braided, beard and the briefcase too.

Every meeting room is an altar to something new.

Skalds now sing in PowerPoint slides.

Warriors trade their armor for a suit and ties.

The Northmen raised an empire built on gold.

But this one's built on interest that never folds.

I carry both worlds, sword and spreadsheet too.

That's the cost of running a kingdom anew.

Chorus

I walk both realms where the warriors meet the boardroom.

I answer to the longhouse and the Wall Street throne room.

Norse by blood, capitalist by design.

The North still moves when the city signs off mine.

Verse

Asgard's gates are traded in for an IPO floor.

Eir's shield now protects a dividend score.

Heimdall guards the money gate not the wall.

Freya's necklace is a chain of credit cards all.

Odin traded ravens for a Bloomberg screen.

I still read the omens, just read them in between.

A conference call and a council fire burn.

The same ambition fuels both, just different turn.

I don't choose one, I carry both my names.

The old gods whispered strategy into the flames.

Wall Street learns from what the mead halls taught.

Every deal is a myth that gets re-bought.

I walk the wire between them, neither left behind.

Chorus

I walk both realms where the warriors meet the boardroom.

I answer to the longhouse and the Wall Street throne room.

Norse by blood, capitalist by design.

The North still moves when the city signs off mine.

Bridge

Not a traitor, not a convert.

Just the same DNA, different route to serve.

The mead halls didn't fail before the cash arrived.

It was always about who holds what and survives.

So I split my day between a sword and a suit.

Both are holy armor, both make up what's built.

Chorus

I walk both realms where the warriors meet the boardroom.

I answer to the longhouse and the Wall Street throne room.

Norse by blood, capitalist by design.

The North still moves when the city signs off mine.