Raise the Horn, Lift the Sword

Fill up the horn, let the ale run high,
With voices loud and spirits nigh!
For we’ve sailed the storm and braved the night,
And now we feast by the firelight!

Raise the horn, lift the sword,
Drink to the gods and to our horde!
To battles fought and tales retold,
To bonds of iron and piles of gold!

The sea was wild, the wind did roar,
But here we stand on solid shore.
We earned this drink with blood and bone,
So drink deep now, we’re home, we’re home!

Raise the horn, lift the sword,
Drink to the gods and to our horde!
To battles fought and tales retold,
To bonds of iron and piles of gold!

For each lost friend and brother gone,
We honor them as we sing this song.
Their spirits watch, their voices cheer,
With every horn and cup of beer!

So pass the ale, let barrels drain,
Let every laugh be free of pain.
For this night’s ours, from dusk to dawn,
With tales and drink to carry on!

And when the morn brings light anew,
We’ll set our course, our courage true.
But tonight we toast, both fierce and free,
To Northland pride and victory!

Raise the horn, lift the sword,
Drink to the gods and to our horde!
To battles fought and tales retold,
To bonds of iron and piless of gold!

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A Northlander drinking song shared among those who know the weight of the sword and the taste of salt on the wind.