Requital of Nidavellir

Requital of Nidavellir

[Backing]
(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

[Verse]
In mountain depths where echoes dwell,
Anvil hammers beat the tune,
Dwarven hands forge tales to tell,
Twin axes bite in twilight soon.

[Verse]
Náttgangr and Blóðfrystir
A fallen star now gold adorned,
Ice from Nifl; tempered chill,
Dwarven chants, incant with thrill.

[Chorus]
Frost and shadowed Axe! They sing,
In molten dark, then frosted ring,
Mighty weapons for mist-god's hand,
Forged by dwarves so skilled and planned!

[Backing]
(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Serve the Fimbul,
In the black,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

[Verse]
Blóðfrystir with winter's might,
Freezes foes in blizzard fright,
Rune-carved handle, under rime,
A tethered link to Hel’s blood: chime.

[Verse]
Náttgangr; shadows wield,
Bearing night where darkness yields,
Eternal bond with Hodr’s son,
Unseen strikes from shades begun.

[Backing]
(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

[Backing]
(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
A gift repaid,
The troll blood back,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

[Bridge]
With each swing a force unleashed,
A dance of shadows and icy ghosts,
Twin axes held in grip so tight,
The child becomes eternal night!

[Backing]
(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

[Verse]
Blóðfrystir the Frost-Weaver,
Summon blizzards, send limbs to soar,
Blue in shimmer, silver shine,
Leave wounds that seep a frozen gore.

[Chorus]
Frost and shadowed Axe! They sing,
In molten dark, then frosted ring,
Mighty weapons for mist-god's hand,
Forged by dwarves so skilled and planned!

[Verse]
Náttgangr, the Shadow-Cleaver, (Chop and hack)
Dances darkly, not here nor there, (Chop and hack)
Blackened blade and hilt of gold, (Chop and hack)
Track its path both ground and air! (Chop and hack)

[Verse]
Ice from Nifl; Bloodfreezer bind,
Runes – from underworld – for kind.
Hewing bone Nightwalker's placed,
A second strike where shadows traced!

[Chorus]
Frost and shadowed Axe! They sing,
In molten dark, then frosted ring,
Mighty weapons for mist-god's hand,
Forged by dwarves so skilled and planned!

[Verse]
In the hands of mist-god: scored,
Shadowed cold ne'er seen before.
They sing their tale in battle's hymn,
Twin axes; winter, a mist they bring!