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Echoes of the Ancients – Where the Ravens Rise Viking Nordic Song

Step into the wind where old voices still whisper. Echoes of the Ancients – Where the Ravens Rise is an original Viking Nordic song forged from frost, fire, and the memories carved into stone. With haunting female vocals, deep drums, and the pulse of forgotten sagas, this track carries the spirit of the North through every echo. Inspired by Norse myth, warrior chants, and the timeless bond between gods and mortals, this song follows the path of oars striking the sea, wolves guarding the night, and the unbroken shield wall of brothers standing beneath the gaze of fate. ⭐ If the North speaks to you, don’t forget to Like, Comment, and Subscribe. Your voice keeps these sagas alive. Close your eyes — feel the gale, the fire, the prophecy. Let the echoes carry you. 🎧 All our songs:➡️    • I'll Rise Again – An Epic Nordic Folk Song   #VikingMusic #CinematicFolk #NorseMythology #NordicSoundtrack #TimelessEchoes #VikingBattleMusic #VikingAmbient #RitualMusic #DarkFolk #vikingmusic #vikings #soothingmusic #relaxingmusic #femalevocals #nordicmusic #stressrelief #focusmusic #fantasymusic 🎧 Out now: our newest album: https://open.spotify.com/album/0ejH0b... 📜 Lyrics: Through the frost and the fire The shadows dance Ancient whispers call They pull me to the trance Oars beat the sea Like hearts in the chest The gods demand the journey They will test Echoes of the ancients Rise in the gale Runes carved in stone They tell the tale From the ash to the oak The saga will flow In the blood of the North The truth will grow Wolves howl at the edge of the cold Cold night Ravens pierce the sky They vanish from sight A shield wall of brothers Unbroken and wide We carry the weight of the gods at our side The horn blows loud It cracks the air Fate is woven The Norns declare Echoes of the ancients Rise in the gale Runes carved in stone They tell the tale From the ash to the oak The saga will flow In the blood of the North The truth will grow The mead flows red A toast to the slain The feast of Valhalla Through fire and pain Yggdrasil stands Its roots never bend From life to death The circle won’t end Echoes of the ancients Rise in the gale Runes carved in stone They tell the tale From the ash to the oak The saga will flow In the blood of the North The truth will grow