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Hjördís’ Oath
Ilusstration of Hjördis
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The Queen Without a Throne — The Fire Within the Snow
When the hall burned and the banners fell,
they thought the tale was over.
they thought the tale was over.
But she stood where kings had fled.
No crown upon her brow.
No army at her back.
Only a sword, a secret, and a child yet to come.
No crown upon her brow.
No army at her back.
Only a sword, a secret, and a child yet to come.
Her name was Hjördís.
And her vow would echo through the ages.
And her vow would echo through the ages.
She did not weep.
She did not beg.
She made a promise — not to gods, not to kings —
but to the storm itself.
She did not beg.
She made a promise — not to gods, not to kings —
but to the storm itself.
Listen and Become Part of the Story
This song is not a ballad of love.
It is a saga of defiance.
It is a saga of defiance.
Let it carry you through halls of fire and fjords of ice,
through a woman’s grief sharpened into steel.
Listen for her oath —
not shouted, but carved into wind.
through a woman’s grief sharpened into steel.
Listen for her oath —
not shouted, but carved into wind.
She bore not just life,
but legend.
And she walked alone —
so that her son would not.
but legend.
And she walked alone —
so that her son would not.
The Tale — Hjördís of the North
The enemy came like wolves —
for gold, for power, for glory.
for gold, for power, for glory.
They found a hall in ruin.
And a woman standing in its ashes.
And a woman standing in its ashes.
She was no warlord.
No shield-maiden crowned in glory.
She was a mother,
carrying the future inside her.
No shield-maiden crowned in glory.
She was a mother,
carrying the future inside her.
But that made her dangerous.
She vowed her child would not be born in chains.
That no sword would name him, no law define him.
He would rise — not as a prince, but as a storm.
That no sword would name him, no law define him.
He would rise — not as a prince, but as a storm.
With frost on her breath and rage in her bones,
she crossed the sea.
Alone.
And yet, never truly so.
she crossed the sea.
Alone.
And yet, never truly so.
In her womb stirred Sigurd.
The dragon-slayer.
The myth yet to be born.
The dragon-slayer.
The myth yet to be born.
But before he became legend,
there was her.
There was Hjördís.
there was her.
There was Hjördís.
The Legend Behind — Hjördís and the Seed of a Hero
In Norse myth, Hjördís is the wife of Sigmund and mother of Sigurd (also known as Siegfried),
the greatest dragon-slayer in the old world.
the greatest dragon-slayer in the old world.
She is often a footnote —
a name before the hero rises.
a name before the hero rises.
But what if the song began with her?
What if the saga started in fire,
with a woman who swore that her child would carry not shame, but destiny?
with a woman who swore that her child would carry not shame, but destiny?
In Hjördís’ Oath, we give her voice.
Not as a wife. Not as a widow.
But as a warrior,
forging legend in silence and frost.
Not as a wife. Not as a widow.
But as a warrior,
forging legend in silence and frost.
Featured Quote
"I carried not just blood —
but thunder.
And I named it hope."
but thunder.
And I named it hope."