Gramr Songtext
von Vidunderverk

Fires are lit, along a marriage hall
In walks a man, gray, old, wise and tall
He draws a blade so grand, and thrusts it with might
hilt-deep in the tree of the Goths blood right
"Whoso draweth this sword from this trunk of tree
Shall gain power eternal, and many a gifts from me"
Never shall there ever, be a sharper blade"
The old man had spoken, and farewell bade

Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold, the sword
The god-given Gramr

Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold, the sword
The god-given Gramr


Sigmund Völsung had pulled it out with ease
And with the power of the One Eyed could rule as he pleased
Many battles fought, each one won with ease
Until Sigmund meets the man who first put it in the tree
Lying in the mud, his sword in two smashed
His reign of life was over, yet he remained unabashed
Though the cracked sword of Sigmund still had deeds undone
Fated to be given to Sigmunds unborn son

Split apart
Will once again be whole
Steel will meet steel in the hottest of coals
Gramr hums
Radiates might
Waiting in storage for foretold fights
Son of kings
Sigurd, the heir
Fair as a sunrise and strong as a bear
Shoots straight
Only speaks in truth
Disciplined and schooled howbeit his youth
His right, by blood
Inherits the sword
As ever it was meant by the Norns spun cord
Yet stands
A son of Völsung
And with the steel of the father, his path has begun


Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold, the sword
The god-given Gramr

Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold, the sword
The god-given Gramr

With the weapon in his hands, Sigurd reigned supreme
He fought like a beast, unlike the lands had ever seen
Then Regin, his teacher, told of gold hidden deep
In the greenest of forests, whence a mighty dragon sleep
Sigurd took his horse, and rode, straight
To the ancient dragon Fafne, to deliver him his fate
There he dug many pits, where he waited for his prey
And when Fafne slithered thither, he was stabbed and met his doomsday

Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold, the sword
The god-given Gramr

Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold, the sword
The god-given Gramr

No matter the odds
Wherever you tread
You carry in your soul
The god-given Gramr

Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold, the sword
The Wrath of the father
Nothung, death-bringer
God-given Gramr