Mester Stoor Worm

These waters primaeval, they harbour this curse Of the world-coiling dragon - a wretched plague on this earth Hunger burning like the blaze within its eyes A cataclysmic yearning to rip and destroy the purity from their lives Here be terror, here be death On the seventh day, at the beast’s behest It calls with nine great barks that split the blackened skies Greet its foul presence with the sacrifice In dream and death Your daughters be damned The endless cycle of this cursed land In dream and death The world crumbles before thine eyes Swallowed by darkness We face the stoor worm’s wrath The offerings devoured lie on a bed of broken ships Cities now but catacombs rot in the belly of the serpent Woe unrelenting like a million lashing whips Forced into madness lamenting all the poor souls that fall into its unyielding grip Here be terror, here be death For the seven virgins, let the beast be fed Now you must lay the girls upon the sanguine shores Hear their screams eclipsed by its savage roars In dream and death Your daughters be damned The endless cycle of this cursed land In dream and death The world crumbles before thine eyes Swallowed by darkness We face the stoor worm’s wrath Call upon the seventh son Face the challenge to spare the kingborn Claim the prize of Odin's sword And reap the glory of the imperilled kingdom Avenge the fallen of the past Perishing amongst the ruins of dreams vast Wield the power of the gods And reap the glory of the imperilled kingdom Now stand and fight Gather your courage and rid humankind of its plight The time has come Follow your destiny, march on into the unknown Ride the waves into its cavernous mouth Braced With dagger in hand, with the prayers of the silent crowd Wrench the blade in to the hilt Set the liver on fire for the kill Spewed back onto land Through smoke and fire, he’s spiralling Assipattle crawls upon bloody sand Let the heavens cry The masses watch on in disbelief Bile falls like rain from the melting sky And with forked tongue it grasps at the moon In its death throes, it bellows And crashes back down to the ground And now the battle is won Free for the first time, they welcome the sun From its cessation comes the islands’ creation And the tale of the stoor worm lives on