Frdtjof

The Coming of Jörmungandr

Under the tides and moonlit vistas
Is a world draped in blue
A King reigns supreme on his throne
One day he will call on you
Thought of as myth by the Vikings
He coils around the earth
Seeking our destruction
To bring about a new rebirth

The great snake, Jörmungandr
The coming of the tide
At the bottom his still slithers
Among the moaning sighs
Ships of men have witnessed death
Inside his mighty jaws
They were lucky
That they did not also fall

Great snake
Midgard Serpent
Keep me from your tides
Great snake
The World Serpent
May the fog
Hide me from your eyes

Some say I have taken too much mead
That the beast couldn’t exist
But I have seen with sober eyes
The charms I could not resist
He lures you into his grasp
To crush your life away
Steel is no match for the godless snake
He will take the day

Great snake
Midgard Serpent
Keep me from you tides
Great snake
The World Serpent
Will it please
You to hear my cries?

All Father!
Where are you
In my hour of need?
Please help me!
The snake’s grasp
I can no longer breathe…

Then the snakes sinks back below
Sated for now
Just to coil in our fears
No burial shrouds
Buried at sea within His stomach
Swimming in bile
The godless serpent will rise again
And spread his most vile

Men will tell stories of the beast
Within their dens
Free from the sea wrathful gaze
They’ll take their pens
Write a chant to the ocean gods
That will raise a hair
The gods listen with scorn
To the prayers

Great snake
Midgard Serpent
Keep me from your tides
Great snake
The World Serpent
May the fog
Hide me from your eyes.