þruma (Thunder) | Dark Nordic Folk | Viking Music

The sky has gone silent. No hammer rings from cloud to cloud, no thunder walks, no storm speaks loud. In þruma (Thunder), a lone voice stands on burnt heath and black stone and calls the old storm-god back, half in English, half in Old Norse, while something beneath root and rock still beats like thunder in the bone. ▶ Stream þruma (Thunder) everywhere: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/artist/6lqtGiVfAXRM2kxeDgFas6 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nordic-versecraft/1812282683 Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.in/artists/B0F7GH569P/nordic-versecraft YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCdQnpSuy_H0acGpa0Vn4S6A Tidal: https://tidal.com/artist/58100738 Lyrics: Storm rolled over the black hill, raven cried, then all went still. Heath is burnt, the stones are black, here I stand and call you back. Smoke runs low, the rain runs thin, no fire out, no fire in. No hammer rings from cloud to cloud, no thunder walks, no storm speaks loud. Once you shook the mountain's name, once the sky was drowned in flame. Now the wind blows cold and slow, Thunder, Thunder, where'd you go? Þórr, hvar ertu nú? Hvar er hamar þinn? Jǫrð man enn þrumu, þótt himinn þegi. Kemr þú, kemr þú, áss hinn sterki? Slá þú hamar, vek þú jǫrð, láttu þrumu rísa! Heard you roar beyond the sea, cliffs bowed low in front of me. Mountain groaned and pine trees swayed, cattle bolted from the glade. Ash lies pale where fire once ran, gods grow far away like man. Maybe your road has turned away, maybe your storm has had its day. Still when branches twist and quake, still when sleeping valleys wake, something under root and stone beats like thunder in the bone. Þórr, hvar ertu nú? Hvar er hamar þinn? Jǫrð man enn þrumu, þótt himinn þegi. Kemr þú, kemr þú, áss hinn sterki? Slá þú hamar, vek þú jǫrð, láttu þrumu rísa! No thunder north, no lightning red, no hammer high above my head. But roots still move, and old stones know what sleeps beneath, what sleeps below. I hear you there, so faint, so deep, the storm is gone, but storms can sleep. Þórr, ef þú heyrir, minnstu þessa lands. Eldr dó, regn fór, jǫrð gleymir eigi. Kemr þú, kemr þú, áss hinn sterki? Þótt nú himinn þegi hátt, lifir þruman enn! No hammer falls, no storm is born, but deep below the thunder warms. Old Norse refrain, in English: "Thor, where are you now? Where is your hammer? The earth still remembers thunder, though the sky is silent. Will you come, will you come, strong god? Strike your hammer, wake the earth, let the thunder rise!" About Nordic Versecraft: dark Nordic folk built on authentic Old Norse verse, storm-worn atmosphere, and the old gods of the North. Ritual, myth, and thunder, for anyone drawn to Viking music and Norse spirit. 🔔 Subscribe for new Nordic folk and Viking music. #VikingMusic #NordicFolk #NorseMusic #DarkFolk #Thor #Þórr #OldNorse #PaganFolk #Vikings #NordicVersecraft