Seraphine Valk | Voices of the North – The Saga of a Virtual Valkyrie

This song is inspired by the tragic fate of Cú Chulainn, the legendary warrior of Irish mythology. A hero bound by honor and prophecy, his strength was unmatched, but his destiny was written in blood. Even in death, he refused to fall, tying himself to a standing stone to defy his enemies one last time. The song blends themes of bravery, sacrifice, and the lingering echoes of a heart that still beats in legend.

This song is inspired by the Viking legend of Hervor, a fearless warrior who defies the dead to reclaim the cursed sword Tyrfing. More than just a tale of battle, it speaks of legacy—the way legends transcend time, carried by the wind, whispered by the past, and sung by future generations. It perfectly embodies the spirit of power metal: grand, epic, and eternal.

This song is based on the Viking saga of Hervor, a warrior who defies the laws of both the living and the dead to reclaim the sword Tyrfing. She represents the indomitable spirit of the heroines of Norse sagas and perfectly fits the power metal style, combining epic themes, courage, and an intense, atmospheric melody.

“The Longship’s Oath” is a song about honor, vengeance, and the indomitable spirit of a Viking warrior. 🌊⚔️ Inspired by the Norse sagas, these lyrics bring the perspective of a woman who lost her family to invaders and now swears vengeance upon the open sea. The idea was to create an epic hymn that could be sung as rowers press forward into battle — a sacred oath among warriors, sealed by the ocean and by blood. I hope this song resounds like thunder in the hearts of those who carry the fury of the North!

"Echo’s Lament" is a melancholic and haunting tribute to the tragic fate of Echo, the nymph cursed to only repeat the words of others. The song captures her sorrow, her unfulfilled love for Narcissus, and the slow fading of her presence until only her voice remained. With ethereal melodies, mournful guitars, and an atmosphere of longing, it tells the story of a soul lost in the echoes of time—forever calling, but never truly heard. A tale of love, loss, and the cruel weight of an unbreakable curse.

“The Seer of the Endless Night” is inspired by the supernatural visions and prophecies found throughout the Norse sagas and Eddas, where mystics, völvas (seeresses), and gods glimpse the threads of destiny woven by the Norns. The song channels the tone of apocalyptic foresight, echoing the imagery of Ragnarök—the twilight of gods. The narrator speaks as one cursed with divine sight, burdened by the knowledge of fates that cannot be changed. “The seer of the endless night” embodies both revelation and despair: a voice between worlds, doomed to watch destiny unfold again and again.

“Crown of the Sea-King” is inspired by the Saga of Harald Fairhair (Harald Cabelos Belos), the first king to unite Norway under one rule. The song follows Harald’s legendary vow—he swore not to cut or comb his hair until he conquered all of Norway, driven by both love and ambition. The lyrics capture his transformation from passionate youth to eternal monarch of legend, blending the imagery of sea, steel, and destiny. His crown of flame symbolizes the unending fire of conquest and the loneliness of power achieved through sacrifice.

“The Rune of Iron and Flame” is inspired by the Saga of Egil Skallagrímsson, one of the most iconic works of Old Norse literature. Egil was both a warrior and a poet, known for his fierce temper and mystical command of runes. This song channels his dual nature—half man, half myth—whose words carried both the power to curse and to heal. The “voice that rides through fire and rain” hints at his supernatural aura, while the “rune of endless fight” symbolizes his indomitable spirit and tragic destiny.

The Wild Hunt Through the veil of storm and night, Hooves like thunder, burning bright. A ghostly host rides through the sky, Bringing doom as they pass by. The wind it howls, the shadows creep, Calling souls that dare to sleep. No doors can hold, no prayers can save, The hunt rides forth from an open grave. Run, run, but you can't hide, The Wild Hunt calls, the end is nigh. Through mist and fire, through storm and dread, They ride for the living, they ride for the dead. A king of death, with hollow eyes, Leads the cursed beneath dark skies. A whispered name, a fleeting breath, One wrong step and you'll dance with death. If you hear the hounds in the howling wind, Turn away or be pulled within. Once you're seen by the hunter’s gaze, You’ll wander lost for endless days. Run, run, but you can't hide, The Wild Hunt calls, the end is nigh. Through mist and fire, through storm and dread, They ride for the living, they ride for the dead. So lock your doors, stay inside, Pray the storm will pass you by. For when the riders claim the night, Few return to see the light.