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Hrafnafjǫrðr — Blóðkonungr

Blóðkonungr is a saga carved in iron — a song about inheritance, judgement, and the weight of a crown that was never meant to feel like mercy. In the verses, a king stands alone at the gates of the hall, hearing the voices of his bloodline echo through storm and stone. In the chorus, Old Norse ritual chants rise like a vow spoken over the dead — a reminder that dynasty is not a gift, but a sentence. Crushing guitars and war-drum percussion build a wall of sound, while choirs and cold atmosphere turn the story into a northern rite. This is not a song about glory — it’s about the cost of being the one who must stand when everyone else has fallen. ⚔️ Full lyrics in the description. 🐦‍⬛ Join the saga: subscribe for more Hrafnafjǫrðr releases. 🛠️ Produced by Frostline Frequency 🎵 Written & performed by Hrafnafjǫrðr © 2025 — All rights reserved; Some elements created with the assistance of AI; All audio and visual content owned by @frostlinefrequency; No re-uploading or redistribution without permission. Blóðkonungr - Official Lyrics Blóð konungs örlǫg bundin ættin kallar í myrkri stendr Tonight the storms walk through the halls I stand alone by the king’s old wall Voices of my blood still cry Through broken years that never die The ghosts of fathers in the stone Call me heir to what they’ve sown Every oath that crowns my name Is carved in loss, in guilt, in flame A crown is not a gift to wear It is a wound we learn to bear Blóðkonungr dómr í hendi ætt ok örlǫg binda meg Blóðkonungr nóttin kallar Ynglinga blóð fell í mér Darkness lives in every throne Built on bones of kings long gone Some were taken, some betrayed Still the line must be obeyed The earth remembers every fall Every crown, every broken law I walk their path through ash and stone Bearing sins that aren’t my own I hear them whisper through the grave “Hold the vow — be what we made” Blóðkonungr dómr í hendi ætt ok örlǫg binda meg Blóðkonungr nóttin kallar Ynglinga blóð fell í mér Forfeðr vaka í skugga örlǫg rista mitt nafn Króna brennr í sál konungr stendr — einn BLOODLINE! OATH! KING OF THE NIGHT! BLOODLINE! FATE! CROWNED BY THE DEAD! Blóðkonungr dómr í hendi ætt ok örlǫg rís í mér Blóðkonungr nóttin fellr Ynglinga nafn — lifir hér Fjǫrðr minnisk konungs spor í skugga ok dómr