Norse Viking Music - Úlfhéðnar

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A Viking war song about Úlfhéðnar, wolf warriors and Odin's elite fighting forces.
Úlfhéðnar were totemistic combat heroes who were feared for their unique martial skills and their ecstatic fierceness, which they would fuel by performing shapeshifting rituals and weapons dances.
Úlfhéðnar considered wolves as sacred, and their spirituality consisted in incarnating the spirit of the Wolf in order to acquire its power and primal wisdom.
Surviving in the wilderness, fasting, resisting extreme temperatures, living in the manner of the Wolf and learning its ways was part of the Úlfhéðinn shamanic and military initiation.

This song was 100% self-composed with REAPER. Every single vocal sound you can hear was made with my own voice (singing and throat-singing, whisperings, shouts, growls, percussive breaths, etc). I am greatly inspired by Wardruna, one of my favourite band.

Most of the lyrics come from the Haraldskvæði, a 9th century skaldic poem, and from the Völuspá, first poem of the Poetic Edda.

Note: I'm by no means a speaker of the Old Norse language and I know my pronunciation is certainly quite flawed, but please note that I tried to educate myself as best as I could for the song.

I hope you enjoy!

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Here are the lyrics:

Úlfhéðnar... Úlfhéðnar...

At bersærkja ræiðu vil ec spyrja

Úlfhéðnar hæita,
þæir er í orrostu
blóðgar rander bera
vigrar rjóða
er til vígs coma
þæim er þar síst saman

Úlfa nú geyr mjök
Yfir skógar, yfir Miðgarð

þruma...

Glymur!

Sønner åt Úlfr...
Eg helsar Óðinn

Óðinn!

Fylgja... Frægiligr Fylgja...

Yfir skógar, geyr Úlfr mjök
Yfir skógar, geyr Úlfr mjök

Vindöld Vargöld!
Enn himinn klofnar af þruma!
Sceggöld Scálmöld!
Mun engi maðr öðrom þyrma!

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"Wolf-warriors..."
"Wolf-warriors..."

"I should like to ask thee of the position of the berserkir."

"Wolf-coats are they called,
Who bear bloody shields in battle.
They redden their spears when they come to the fight,
And then they act all in a body."

"Now the wolves howl vigorously,
Across the forests, across Midgard"

"Thunder roars!"

"Sons of the Wolf"
"Hail to Odin"

"Odin!"

"O Guardian Spirit, honourable Follower"

"Across the forests, the Wolf greatly howls"
"Across the forests, the Wolf greatly howls"

"Age of the Wind, Age of the Wolf!"
"Thunder splits the skies open!"
"Age of the Axe, Age of the Sword!"
"No man shall show mercy to another!"

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There will be more Norse/Viking songs in the future!

Music Copyright © Dervhengrym

This incredible artwork is an illustration from the book "Fall of Gods", written and illustrated by Rasmus Berggreen.

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I left auto play on and woke up to this at night thinking my soul was being fed to the ancient ones.

lk

Listened to this while driving to my job interview.... I now own the company.

papis

Tried to shave while listening to this, my beard came back.

tdogg

My 5 month old daughter fell asleep to this, when she woke up she had a beard.

SROairsoft

For those who wonder about the snarling and the title, Úlfhéðnar are basically Berserkers, but their spirit animal is the Wolf instead of the Bear. Like berserkers, they wore pelts and were savage and wild in battle.

FiendMatadorSlayerOfNoobs

For those asking questions about the image, that is a wolf. However that is not just any wolf. He is one of Loki's offspring with the giantess Angrboda, and is called Fenrir or Fenris Wolf. He is the enormous wolf who will defeat Odin, the All-Father, at the final battle known as Ragnarok, and will be killed by Odin's son Vidar. This image is a depiction of Odin bravely facing Fenrir alone. The shitstorm you don't see is the rest of the battle between the gods, giants, and every other being. Thor is busy fighting another of Loki and Angrboda's children, the Midgard Serpent, whose name is Jormungandr. Tyr is fighting the massive wolf-dog Garm, who guards the gates of Hel. It is unknown what happens to Loki's undead daughter, also named Hel, though she did lead the army of unworthy dead (people who did not die bravely in battle, which means they could not go to Valhalla) and Loki's monstrous children into battle. Loki and Heimdall will fight and kill each other at the end. Basically, everyone dies and the life cycle starts over again. There. That's something you know now.

Edit: the connection of this story to the picture is incorrect, but this is a good story anyway. No I didn't Google it or copy and paste it, I read books, this is what I believe in. And why are there christians listening to Danheim? Go away, you've already ruined our culture and our ancestors once before. Fuck off our music.

evigrimes

Try listening to this while working out...you get stuff DONE!!!

AceVideosOfficial

If my house ever gets broken into while I’m in it, I’m putting this on full blast, turning all the lights off, and I’m just going to start laughing maniacally from somewhere in the darkness. I’m sure they’ll soon leave.

benm

I keep coming back to this masterpiece. It's so connective to the land I am from. Scotland.
Never follow the political trend, be proud of who we are. The Gaels, the Celts, the Picts, the Norse. Germanic people, we are explorers, inventors, warriors, creators of our own destinys for thousands of years.

Fight_fan

Tried trimming my beard while listening to this... Beard grabed the razor and held it to my throat while yealling

sovietred

Respect to our Nordic cousins, from the Celts of Ireland. Keep our Pagan paths true and respect Mother Nature. Teach our Children of the old paths. Saoirse

robertjohnston

I am not connected in any way to this culture, but it has always fascinated me. This song in particular evokes something very primal in me. As if I can feel the lives of our ancient ancestors who lived freely amid brutal conditions. Like a lone, wild wolf running loose in the wilderness, with the moon gleaming over the icy landscape. It pumps me up and grounds me at the same time. This is on my daily playlist now! ❤️

ShivaKumar-pgft

im 26 weeks pregnant and every time I listen this this song and only this song he will start kicking and moving like mad, think I have a little warrior baby his name is finn :)

Gamer_Goth_Girl

For the gods by Odhinn, for the elves by Dain,
By Dvalin, too, for the dwarves,
By Asvid for the hateful giants,
And some I carved myself:
Thund, before man was made, scratched them,
Who rose first, fell thereafter

Know how to cut them, know how to read them,
Know how to stain them, know how to prove them,
Know how to evoke them, know how to score them,
Know how to send them" know how to send them,

Better not to ask than to over-pledge
As a gift that demands a gift"
Better not to send than to slay too many,

The first charm I know is unknown to rulers
Or any of human kind;
Help it is named,
for help it can give In hours of sorrow and anguish.

I know a second that the sons of men
Must learn who wish to be leeches.

I know a third: in the thick of battle,
If my need be great enough,
It will blunt the edges of enemy swords,
Their weapons will make no wounds.

I know a fourth:
it will free me quickly
If foes should bind me fast
With strong chains, a chant that makes Fetters spring from the feet,
Bonds burst from the hands.

I know a fifth: no flying arrow,
Aimed to bring harm to men,
Flies too fast for my fingers to catch it
And hold it in mid-air.

I know a sixth:
it will save me if a man
Cut runes on a sapling' s Roots
With intent to harm; it turns the spell;
The hater is harmed, not me.

If I see the hall
Ablaze around my bench mates,
Though hot the flames, they shall feel nothing,
If I choose to chant the spell.

I know an eighth:
that all are glad of,
Most useful to men:
If hate fester in the heart of a warrior,
It will soon calm and cure him.

I know a ninth:
when need I have
To shelter my ship on the flood,
The wind it calms, the waves it smoothes
And puts the sea to sleep,

I know a tenth:
if troublesome ghosts
Ride the rafters aloft,
I can work it so they wander astray,
Unable to find their forms,
Unable to find their homes.

I know an eleventh:
when I lead to battle Old comrades in-arms,
I have only to chant it behind my shield,
And unwounded they go to war,
Unwounded they come from war,
U unscathed wherever they are.

I know a twelfth:
If a tree bear
A man hanged in a halter,
I can carve and stain strong runes
That will cause the corpse to speak,
Reply to whatever I ask.

I know a thirteenth
if I throw a cup Of water over a warrior,
He shall not fall in the fiercest battle,
Nor sink beneath the sword,

I know a fourteenth, that few know:
If I tell a troop of warriors
About the high ones, elves and gods,
I can name them one by one.
(Few can the nit-wit name.)

I know a fifteenth,
that first Thjodrerir
Sang before Delling's doors,
Giving power to gods, prowess to elves,
Fore-sight to Hroptatyr Odhinn,

I know a sixteenth:
if I see a girl
With whom it would please me to play,
I can turn her thoughts, can touch the heart
Of any white armed woman.

I know a seventeenth:
if I sing it,
the young Girl will be slow to forsake me.

I know an eighteenth that I never tell
To maiden or wife of man,
A secret I hide from all
Except the love who lies in my arms,
Or else my own sister.

To learn to sing them, Loddfafnir,
Will take you a long time,
Though helpful they are if you understand them,
Useful if you use them,
Needful if you need them.

The Wise One has spoken words in the hall,
Needful for men to know,
Unneedful for trolls to know:

Hail to the speaker,
Hail to the knower,
Joy to him who has understood,
Delight to those who have listened.

Fergusius

By all means, I don't claim to be a viking, like most people on this vid. But I'll happily say I find the culture interesting, and the music is very dark and ambient, terrific job.

drunklesonoda