[Verse]
In the shadowed fjords under blood-red moon,
Old berserker leans to the young shield-pup so soon.
Yo, little whelp, ears up, axe firm in your fist,
I’m the ghost of the longship, slayer in the mist.
The gods don’t hand glory on a silver mead horn,
You want feast in Valhalla? You hunt through the storm.
No thrall brings scraps, no jarl feeds the weak,
You raid or you rot—choose the blade, choose the shriek.
Midgard’s honest—cold, cruel, no mercy shown,
Carve your name in blood or feed the ravens alone.
[Chorus]
Kill or be killed, that’s the only decree,
What slays you tomorrow might kneel at your knee.
Law of the wild, carved in rune and in bone,
Hunt or be hunted, stand shield-wall alone!
[Verse]
Watch close now, pup—lesson drops in the snow.
That hart twitching thinks he’s safe where the pine-trees grow.
I ghost through the ferns, silent, low to the ground,
One burst, one crunch—life’s over, no sound.
Blood steams in the frost, hot against the white,
You back up shaking, eyes wide with fright.
“I can’t… that’s wrong,” you whimper and plead,
But hunger’s a dragon—it don’t care what you need.
[Verse]
Sniff the wind shift—stag, big buck, heavy and strong,
Antlers like branches, grazing where he don’t belong.
We flank him together: you circle left, I right,
Drive him to my axe, end him under starlight.
No more excuses, whelp—this is do or you die,
Help me take him down or tomorrow you cry.
Odin’s the judge, jury, executioner too,
What eats and what starves? That’s decided by you.
[Chorus]
Kill or be killed, no middle ground here,
The weak feed the strong, year after year.
Law of the wild, brutal, raw, and true,
You take life to live—that’s what Vikings do!
[Verse]
Puppy’s paws tremble but the old blood sparks deep,
Berserker rage remembers, instincts no longer sleep.
He growls low and charges, bark sharp through the trees,
Stag bolts in panic—straight into the squeeze.
I explode from the shadow, leap high, clamp the throat,
Buck crashes heavy, fighting the choke.
Thrash turns to stillness, warm rivers run red,
We stand over the kill—pup ain’t scared, he’s fed.
[Verse]
Look at you, Rott, you answered the call,
Pushed past the fear, stood proud and tall.
That instinct woke up, sharp as my blade,
You felt the wild truth deeper than any raid.
I’m impressed, young warrior, you got the fire inside,
Tomorrow you’ll sail with me, side by side.
Eat your fill tonight, let the strength fill your frame,
’Cause in this savage world we play the Viking game.
Kill or be killed—whisper it, live it, believe.
The law never bends, never asks, never grieves.
We feast on the fallen, grow stronger, survive,
Pup, you’re no longer just trying—now you thrive.
(Word to the wise: The Allfather don’t negotiate.
Raid… or get raided.)