Icelandian Trumpets & Sword of Vikings — North wind calls

You're frost on the mic, and the room's carved in the beat.
Chugger here, waiting, let the whole world meet.
Brunhild, my partner, spear in her grip.
We don't just make music, we make history flip.
From fjords to streets, we bring the cold fire.
Every word's a weapon, every note takes you higher.
Old dragons got the fire.
I've got the storm.
Viking hip-hop queens and kings.
We're in the form.
Spin the rooms, hit the beat, let the story soar.
Brunhild and Droger.
Yeah, we own the floor.
Old dragons got the fire.
I've got the storm.
Viking hip-hop queens and kings.
We're in the form.
Spin the rooms, hit the beat, let the story soar.
Brunhild and Droger.
Yeah, we own the floor.
That sharp as my flow, shield tough as my bars.
Brunhild's voice rings out like morning's first stars.
We sailed rough waters, now ride the bass wave.
Turning every doubt into a victory pave.
She's got heart of warrior, voice of a bird.
I got grit of raider, every line's a word.
Remember when we stood on cliffs edge high?
Dreamed our sound would touch the endless sky.
Yeah, through snow and rain, we never broke stride.
Now the whole world's listening,
Let 'em hear us cry out loud.
With the beat, as we stand side by side.
Now we're in the zone, Drogers on attack.
Brunhild right there, every note's on track.
Rooms glowing bright on the mixing board.
With the storm coming, ignore it, your own reward.
From Oslo to Tokyo, bumping our track.
Every bar we drop's a fact.
Hard to pass.
Old dragons got the fire.
I've got the storm.
Viking hip-hop queens and kings.
We're in the form.
Spin the rooms, hit the beat, let the story soar.
Brunhild and Droger.
Yeah, we own the floor.
Old dragons got the fire.
I've got the storm.
Viking hip-hop queens and kings.
We're in the form.
Spin the rooms, hit the beat, let the story soar.
Brunhild and Droger.
Yeah, we own the floor.
Chugger out, but the sound don't die.
North winds stay.
Chugger out, but the sound don't die.
North winds stay.
Chugger out, but the sound don't die.
North winds stay.
Droger out, but the sound don't die.
North winds stay.
North wagers got the fire.