The Viking Age (Nordic Steel) Copyright 2012 Fate's Maze I was born on the solstice in a winters storm First born of a chieftan, a true Viking lord My sword was my Father's as his before him Scribed with magic Runes, to destroy and defend Scribed with the sign of the fallen star From which it was forged by the hand of Ragnar [CHORUS:] Born to voyage, fight and die Fate the only answer why May all recall these daring days With sagas of the Viking Age It is time for the raids on a distant shore The boats are all waiting with provisions stored Over the water while the sky is still gray Lodestone & sunstone help guide us this day Watching for land as our banners wave Fortune and glory are rewards for the brave [CHORUS] [BRIDGE:] Honor and glory, the sagas, the stories Rune Master, fortelling, the end of, my Journey Reflected, in metal, great battles, before me I see all, their faces, by Odin, they know me Landed, then greeted by the sound of a bell Praises to Odin, the battle goes well Blood again flys from the end of my sword Then I feel the sting of a lance as it scores I fear not my end in battle some day I know that the Valkyries will take me away [CHORUS]