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Lyrics:

O raise the horn and spill the mead,
To Hjurnur, born of Hjurgen's seed,
Wyrmrever, bane of wings and flame,
His axe was a tempest, his roar was a gale.

He walked where fire scorched the sky,
With winter’s breath and thunderous cry,
His axe sang low, his shadow wide—
The storm that made the great wyrms hide.

Wyrmrever! Wyrmrever!
Grandson of Ottar, born Hjurgen’s son,
Slayer of dragons, his fight never done.

Wyrmrever! Wyrmrever!
From frost-born peaks to blood-soaked stone,
He stood, he roared, he fought the beasts alone.

A blue one fell to a single blow,
Its lightning stilled in the frost below.
The black one screamed but could not flee—
Its back he snapped across his knee.

The Queen of Dragons claimed his heir,
For Hjurnur lost to her riddles, a contest unfair.
He wept not once, but forged anew—
His vengeance cold, his fury true.

In pits he dug with mountain hands,
He lured the gold from burning lands.
A king of flame, with twelve in tow,
But Hjurnur fought them, blow for blow.

One by one, they met his might—
Thirteen deaths by storm and ice.
But blood ran thick, and no ground drained,
So Hjurnur drowned where wyrms lay slain.

Wyrmrever! Wyrmrever!
Grandson of Ottar, born Hjurgen’s son,
Slayer of dragons, his fight never done.

Wyrmrever! Wyrmrever!
From frost-born peaks to blood-soaked stone,
He stood, he roared, he fought the beasts alone.

Now frost halls echo with his name,
Carved deep in saga, sung in flame.
None but Vonindod could match his claim—
Though dead, he lives in giant fame.

O skalds, remember, speak it loud,
So even to gods his name will resound.
Raise thine horns and cry out with pride,
Wyrmrever could not be slain by a dragon alive!

Wyrmrever! Wyrmrever!
Grandson of Ottar, born Hjurgen’s son,
Quelled the wyrms, his fight is now done.

Wyrmrever! Wyrmrever!
From frost-born peaks to blood-soaked stone,
He stood, he roared, he fought the beasts alone.

Wyrmrever! Wyrmrever!
He walks no more, but giants know—
Where dragons sleep, his winds still blow.