The Viking Lives in Me

No.
No.
No shield, no sword, the Viking lives in me.
I tear through the ropes that were choking my will.
I break through the gate that was keeping me still.
You tried to bend me—I did not kneel.
Souls to Valhalla, let the war drums roll in.
Hands on the shield, one vow that we hold.
I go straight through.
I go straight through.
For what I love, there is nothing I won’t do.
I watched the same dawn cut across the hall,
Said the world would change—but it changed nothing at all.
The chain on my wrist, and my hand on the lock,
I called it patience—I was scared of the knock.
Every day was a war no one else could see.
Calm at the table, teeth clenched underneath.
My fists closed hard till the skin turned white,
Then I faced the truth I had refused to fight.
I heard you wait when the longhouse slept.
I saw every promise you swallowed and kept.
You wore your silence like a shield on your chest,
But hiding the wound never gave you rest.
You don’t have to carry the whole weight alone.
The shield is a hand that brings someone home.
Call out our names when your courage wears thin—
We stand at your side.
Now let us begin.
No shield, no sword, the Viking lives in me.
I tear through the ropes that were choking my will.
I break through the wall that was keeping me still.
You tried to break me—I’m standing still.
Souls to Valhalla, let the war drums roll.
One line of shields, one truth that we hold.
I go straight through.
I go straight through.
For what we love, there is nothing we won’t do.
Odin, give me strength for one more day—
Not to wait, not to beg, not to look away.
Jörmungandr, the world serpent, climbs from the foam.
It’s caused crushed ships and dragged brave men from home.
I stepped to the bow with the storm in my face—
One man would drown, a crew holds his place.
Truth that our backs: black ravens above,
We lock every shield for the people we love.
I feared I would lose you before the fight came—
Not to an axe, but to silence and shame.
I don’t need a hero who never feels fear—
I need you alive. I need you still here.
Fight for the hands that reach when you fall.
Fight for the lights still burning in the hall.
Legends mean nothing when love is left cold.
Come back with your heart—not only your gold.
The serpent strikes. The front lines shake.
Salt fills my mouth as the wooden deck breaks.
My knees hit the boards, but my fists stay closed.
Years of surrender lie dead in the roadside.
Prize when my brothers shoulder to shield—
No single name owns what we win on this field.
We strike at the coil when the thunder hits—
Not without fear, but refusing to quit.
No shield. No sword. The Viking lives in us.
We tear THROUGH THE ROPES.
And walk through the dark.
We break EVERY BARRIER BUILT FROM THEIR LIES.
The fire in our lungs will not be denied.
Scores of our hall are left when the war drums roll.
Truth walks beside us, so the Norse are bold.
We go straight through.
For what we love, THERE IS NOTHING WE WON’T DO.
They will sing how we stood when the black tide came—
Not because none feared, but we fought just the same.
They will carve our names with the salt winds roar,
And remember the ones who came back from the war.
My hands were tied, knuckles rolled with the floor.
I waited for change—I wait no more.
Scores of our hall, hear every shield.
Together we rise.
Together we don’t yield.