Varangian Battle Medley [Old Norse] | The Skaldic Bard & Farya Faraji

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Here is a medley of music by The Skaldic Bard and @faryafaraji arranged by myself, with some new lyrics that I’ve written and performed in Old Norse. The music comes from the two symphonies that Farya and I have collaborated on: The Crusader and The Varangian’s Saga.

The first part is Palästinalied, to which I wrote some introductory lyrics and adapted the Lord’s Prayer.
Second, you’ll hear my Harald Hardrada leitmotif, for which I also wrote some adapted lyrics in alliterative verse with kennings.
After that comes my Brothers of the North Sea leitmotif, also with new lyrics and a rough AABB rhyming signature.
This is followed by an adapted version of The Varangians Retaliate by Farya Faraj; the lyrics are written by me and feature in The Varangian’s Saga.

I was lacking some new music to work out to, so I thought I’d put this together. I just can’t conceive of a cooler historical unit than the Varangian guardsman, hence my current obsession.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and please check out the wonderful symphonies The Crusader and The Varangian’s Saga on Farya’s channel.





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Lyrics:
Í heimi dimmum, er ríkja árar
hefr Hvítr-Kristr á lopt blys réttvísi.
Vér erum komnir á strendr hjarar;
Guð sé skjǫldr várr.

Faðir várr, sá er ert á himnum,
helgist þitt nafn, til komi þitt ríki,
verði vilji þinn svá sem á
jǫrðu svá ok í himiniríki.
Brauð várt dagligt gef oss í dag,
fyrirgef oss skuldir várar,
svá sem vér fyrirgefum skuldurum várum.

Heill, Haraldr Sigurðsson,
djarfazti keisara kappi
Verndari er hann Miklagarðs
yfir Væringum hǫfðingi.

Berserkr er hann í bardaga,
fyrir honum fellr fjǫlð fjánda
Hertogi frænda fyrða,
Norðmanna allra inn mezti

Sverð ok slitnir skildir syngja sálma sinna.
Verar vegask ok vála á vǫngum vígra varga.
Karlar keisara kappsams kvíða ei kvámu kappa
Margr maðr mun meiðask, er Miklagarðr er sigrmál.

Sigrsælir svinnir sigrunnar
á skǫrpum sandi sverðasǫngva
fjarri fǫgrum fjǫrðum feðra,
óvini vega Væringjar.

Ísi herðir í norðri
erum vér suðr komnir.
Svarnir nú eiðar dýrir
Guði almáttkum fyrir.

Fǫðurarfr er eiðr sá
efndr með eggjum axa.
Bani bitr oss fyrr taki
en tál svikráða oss teygi.

Svá sem Mikjáll Satan út rak,
svá rekum vér út garðsfjándr.
Né einum konungs blóðdropa
hella þeir út á grund náa.

Látið engan, Væringjar,
bilbug á yðr sjá.
Vér sórum þess, vér nautar,
at vér berjumsk til þrautar!

Øxum hǫfnum erlendis,
sæmiligir þess erendis,
vér sóknniðjungar
verjum jafnan konunga

At krossi eið unnum,
at orrostu gǫng kunnum,
svát Miklagarðr sé
eidýrligt konungshlé.

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Ýlda ok bragð blóðs gang minn ǿxa.
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Ek skal regindóm garðsfjándum dǿma.

Ǫrvar fljúga ok gumar ǿpa
Ýlda ok bragð blóðs gang minn ǿxa.
Ei má hepta Dígenís Akrítas inn norrǿna.
Ek skal regindóm garðsfjándum dǿma.

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