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Feast Hall Whispers - Rhythm Vixen (Epic Viking Ballad)

Feast Hall Whispers - Rhythm Vixen (Epic Viking Ballad) Lyrics: The tables are strewn with bones and empty horns, The fire's dying low, but the embers still burn warm. Most of the warriors snore like thunder in their cups, Faces in the stew, dreaming of tomorrow's cuts. Look at old Harald, flat on his back with a grin, Swearing he'll fight the sea, yeah, the sea always wins. And there's Sven with his boasts, now quiet as a mouse, Passed out on his shield like it's a featherbed house. In the feast hall whispers, shadows dance on the wall, Hearts open wider when the strong start to fall. Under flickering light, with the night growing deep, We trade our dark truths while the others all sleep. Feast hall whispers, soft as the ale on our breath, Secrets spill easy when we're flirting with death. You lean in closer, eyes like steel in the glow, Tell me again of the raid long ago. How the axe felt heavy, how the red ran so free, That chieftain's last look, he was begging on his knees. You laughed when you told it, but your hand shook just the same, Said the gods turned away, wouldn't answer your name. We carry these ghosts in the songs that we sing, But here in the corner, they don't mean a thing. In the feast hall whispers, shadows dance on the wall, Hearts open wider when the strong start to fall. Under flickering light, with the night growing deep, We trade our dark truths while the others all sleep. Feast hall whispers, soft as the ale on our breath, Secrets spill easy when we're flirting with death. Now it's my turn, love, listen close, keep it tight, Remember that summer, those midsummer nights? The jarl's own daughter, proud as a raven in flight, Skin like fresh cream and a fire burning bright. We met by the boathouse, swore the moon wouldn't tell, One taste of the forbidden sent us straight into hell. If ever they knew, we'd both swing from the tree So smile when you see her, and keep looking at me. Laugh at the heroes sprawled helpless and loud, Kings for a night, now just lumps in the crowd. We sit here untouched by the morning's cold blade, Trading our burdens like coins in the shade. In the feast hall whispers, shadows dance on the wall, Hearts open wider when the strong start to fall. Under flickering light, as the last log burns low, We guard what we told here, nobody will know. Feast hall whispers, fierce as the blood that we've spilled, Warm as the fire that tomorrow will kill. So pour one more drop for the ones fast asleep, We'll carry their glory and our secrets so deep. Feast hall whispers... Feast hall whispers... Till the ravens come calling at dawn.