Invasion (2006)
All songs written by Vykyng (J. Burrey, B. Moser, J. Spealman, V. Leibensperger).
Lyrics reprinted by permission. All songs (c) 2006 Vykyng LLC. All rights reserved.
YELLING WHILE YOU’RE CHARGING SCARES THE ENEMY
We’re coming to shore
We’re coming to fight
And we’re coming to win
Our blades are sharp
Our shields are strong
We smell like real men
As the battle draws near
Get ready to sweat
Let the pain begin
Hold your sword high
Draw a deep breath
The rush of adrenaline
Yelling while you’re charging
Scares the enemy
Standing as one
We face the wind
Their future looks bleak
We’re screaming so loud
They turn and run
They fear our physiques
Striking a blow
Impale the crowd
They start to shriek
Our way of life
Is for the strong
Not for the weak
Kill all the men
Take all the land
That’s what we do
You heard us scream
You became scared
Others will too
STEEL IS HARD
Leather and fur lay
On your skin
Makes you warm
As you’ve ever been
Plastic or rubber
They’re not strong
Wood or Formica
Don’t last as long
Napkins are paper
Clothes are cloth
Pillows are feathers
‘cause they’re so soft
Floors are to walk on
Fences guard
Plates are ceramic
And steel is hard
Steel is hard, really hard
Steel is hard, so damned hard
Steel is hard, really hard
It hurts when you hit it, ‘cause steel is hard
Light posts and knives
Made of steel
Suede and velvet
Not made of steel
Alloy and Carbon
Types of steel
Hey! There’s Superman
Man of steel
Coal heats the fire
To make it glow
Casting the iron
Orange yellow
Ground full of metal
Laid in shards
You better wear shoes
‘cause steel is hard
WARM BLOOD, COLD STEEL
Your little girl made up her mind
And decided that this Vykyng was divine
In her father’s eyes I was worthy not
Rejection and anger was all he got.
I gave no hint that she was to me
Every fine thing I desired
It was no secret she was such a prize
A more deserving man you required.
I regret killing you
But you tripped, you fell I ran you through
I do regret the day that you died
But the Vykyng code does provide for
Warm blood, cold steel
Warm blood, cold.
Warm blood, cold steel
Warm blood, steel.
I fought the fight
We took the land
I had food and women
And pillaged
We sailed the seas
And we stormed
The farms and the homes
And the villages
I regret killing you
But you tripped, you fell I ran you through
I do regret the day that you died
But the Vykyng code does provide for
FEASTING ON MEAT
I Love
Eating Meat
Such A Good
Tasty Treat
Tender Juicy
Leg Or Thigh
Steak Or Burger
Broiled Fried
Bar B Q
Flame Broiled
I Don't Care
How You Cook It
Tastes So Good
Hot Or Cold
Feasting On Meat, I’m
Feasting On Meat, Yummy Yummy
Feasting On Meat, I’m
Feasting On Meat
Neck Or Giblets
Chicken Breast
Leg Or Wing
All The Rest
Pork Or Beef
Chicken Too
SHIPS SAIL FROM THE SEASHORE
Set sail for the sea
Silently into the sun
Sunlight is shimmering, shining
And soothing our souls
Swords are slung by our sides
Securely snug in their sheaths
We savor the sensation of solitude
That is the sea
Seeing the stars
Seems so sentimental
Sea nymphs make us smile
But the squids scare Sven
Ships sail from the seashore
Slicing through the salty sanctuary
Savage Scandinavians
Seven is surely supernumerary
So salty is the sea
Surrendering to the surf
Soulless seaweed staying slack
Shiny, still
Simple Simon said
Stop swimming in the sun
Sweaty surrender
Is sweet sustenance
FIGHTING MAKES YOU STRONG
Raise your swords with grace
Let them have a taste
Real men carry swords
To win our great rewards
Fighting’s where we give thanks
Cuz we’re built like tanks
Swords and shields have weight
That our enemies hate
Raise ‘em high swing ‘em hard
To build the power in your legs and arms
Show no mercy have no fear
Win the fight don’t shed a tear
Fighting makes you strong
Lots of wood and steel
Strong Achilles’ heels
Massive bulging biceps
Since we took our first steps
Fighting makes us strong
Our battles aren't’ that long
To hell with feasting on meat
Just find someone to beat
TWYHASMYHLLAF
Fight the Battle, Win the war
Float your boat, up to shore
Show of power, Show of might
(we’ll) show the world, Why we fight (for)
All that’s right, All that’s good
Feelin’ good in the neighborhood
To sail the sea, And tell the tale
Of Vykyngs past, how we prevailed
Those before us, Stood so proud
Heavy Metal, Played real loud (so)
Make the sign, Raise your horns
Vykyngs from, the day you were born!
The way you hold a sword makes your hand look like a fist
That’s the ball of knuckles at the end of your wrist
Hold it proud
Shout it out loud
‘Cause the way you hold a sword makes your hand look,
just like a fist!
SWORDS ARE CLANGING
Sailing across unknown seas
Seeking loot and glory
Folks we meet do as they please
It’s the same old story
Many weeks of boat life
Virile Vykyng boys
Through good times and strife
Make a helluva noise
Arctic winter drunken blur
Hidden without light
Summer love is making
Vykyng’s glorious night
Strangers think we come to trade
Little to they know
Of Vykyng they should be afraid
We’d rather take than Owe
We are invaders we want all your stuff
We are Vykyngs, don’t take no guff
Writing songs of hope
Icy sagas too
With metal try to cope
We Vykyngs are the few
Vykyng songs are right
I know they’ll make the grade
Sound is mightier than might
When Nordic metal is played
PILLAGING IS OUR JOB, AND WE'RE REALLY GOOD AT IT
Pillaging is our job
and we're really good at it
We’re not ashamed of what we do
If you were us, you would too
Taking your land is so much fun
So is watching all of you, turn and run, oh
The ships we make are swift and long
One sail so high, the mast so strong
Drums pound like thunder when we hit land
We live to fight with a, sword in our hand
HUNTERS HUNTING THE HUNTED
I am running you are running
I am running you are running scared
Heart is pounding pulse is racing
Heart is pounding pulse is racing
Muscles burning body aching
Blood is flowing breath is on the wind
Getting closer ever closer
Pounding striking now the prey is mine
Hunt, hide, kill, feast
I see you and you see me
But do you know that I know
That you see me
Tremble in fear the end is near
If I don’t trip
And drop my spear
Hunters hunting the hunted
Hunters hunting for food
Hunters hunting the hunted
Hunters hunting for you.
Hunger, survival, protein, riboflavin
A Very Vykyng Christmas (2008)
All songs written by Vykyng (J. Burrey, B. Moser, J. Spealman, V. Leibensperger).
Lyrics reprinted by permission. All songs (c) 2008 Vykyng LLC. All rights reserved.
STOMPING THROUGH A PILLAGED WONDERLAND
Dragon ships, they see coming
And in fear, they are running
A beautiful sight, we won the fight
Stomping through a pillaged wonderland
Swinging swords, as we’re yelling
Vykyng tales, we are telling
We’re from Uri Nation, there’s no complication
Stomping through a pillaged wonderland
In the battle we will gain advantage
In great numbers storming foreign ground
The job that we are good at is to pillage
When we hear the drums begin to pound
Sail away, to another
Far off land, we will plunder
Take all that we can, then we’ll do it again
Stomping through a pillaged wonderland
DO YOU FEAR WHAT I FEAR
Said the barkeep to the Vykyng man
Do you fear what I fear
How would you fight, Vykyng man
Do you fear what I fear
A sword, a sword -flashing in the night
We brought swords to a gun fight
Said the little lamb to the Vykyng boy
Do you fear what I fear
How would you fight, Vykyng boy
Do you fear what I fear
A sword, a shield – on the battlefield
And there’s no one willing to fight
Said the Vykyng boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know
In the palace hall, mighty king
Do you know what I know
Thorvie, Thorvie – sings a melody
With a voice as big as the sea
Said Odin to the people everywhere
Listen to what I say
Pray for mead, people everywhere
Listen to what I say
The mead, the mead – flowing in the night
We’ll have women to hold and delight
THORVALD THE RED NOSED VYKYNG
Thorvald the red nosed Vykyng
Had the sharpest, shiny sword
And if you ever felt it
You’d lay hurting in a fjord
All of the other Vykyngs
Played the shoving, Vykyng game
Then the gnomes and trolls and gargoyles
Would scream offensive names
Then one stormy Nordic eve
Odin came to say
Thorvald with your voice so strong
Lead us to Valhalla with your song
There the Vykyngs drank and frolicked
In a mean but playful style
They thrusted and parried in a way that
Was guaranteed to bring a smile