Saga of the World Walker - A Wulfrik the Wanderer Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Norsca

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Lyrics:

Hear the drum from the land of ice and cold,
Hear the horns where the glaciers groan,
From the frozen seas of the Norscan world,
There sails a man–a warrior-born.
Steel sings dark in every tongue,
Skulls chime where his standards sway—
He has come to challenge the strong:
Wulfrik comes. Make way.

The Mark of Chaos burned deep in his skin,
To challenge him is folly,
He took the heads of rival kings
Displayed their heads for all to see.
At Thousand Skulls steel did sing,
Axes rang till the snow ran red,
Torgald fell with his crown cut clean,
A drinking cup from his severed head.

Mead drowned boasts in a roaring hall,
Eight barrels deep, his laughter climbed,
I’ve slain all beasts of the wastes twice over—
In all the realms I am the greatest!

Saga of the World Walker!
Hear the oath this warrior swore,
Seeking foes forevermore!
Saga of the World Walker!
From mortal shore to daemonic tide,
A greater warrior you shan’t find!
Saga of the World Walker!
All answer when he calls to fight!
Saga of the World Walker!
None can deny his right!

Dreams tore open like bleeding gates,
Battles drowned in arterial rain,
The daemon smiled with words like blades:
“Prove your mouth—or scream in chains.”
Tongue split sharp with a raven’s twist,
A thousand languages clawed his mind,
He burned the shaman slow for answers—
Only screams answered back in kind.

Southward he’ll sail to sun-scorched tombs,
Where mummies whispered rot and time,
Khareops shall fall, his innards raised
For Nurgle’s glee—still warm with slime.

From a witch’s keep by daemons crewed,
Of a ship, the tales had sang,
Boiled her alive in her own black brew
And christened the prow as Seafang.
Through Chaos seas on phantom tides
The longship screamed with dragon breath,
Each jump fed blood to the hungry prow—
His own red toll to pay for death.

Giants scalped for a cloak of hair,
Trolls cut down like winter wheat,
Wights bent backward across his knee,
Bone snapping under iron feet.

Saga of the World Walker!
Hear the oath this warrior swore,
Seeking foes forevermore!
Saga of the World Walker!
From mortal shore to daemonic tide,
A greater warrior you shan’t find!
Saga of the World Walker!
All answer when he calls to fight!
Saga of the World Walker!
None can deny his right!

Dark Lands burned as Dronangkul fell,
Bull Centaur crushed in a contest of might,
Khorakk screamed in his own hot forge,
Iron tears lit the choking night.
Sigvatr died with his blood on blade,
Brother’s last breath, his final words said.
In Norsca, Viglundr and the Sarls betrayed,
A great champion would join the dead.

Elven shores shattered under black boots’ drum,
Prayers turned screams at a standing stone,
Witches lied—no magic there,
Just wives cut down, left cold as bone.
Silver Helms broke like surf on rock,
Merwyrm bled, then fled the deep,
Seafang splintered—yet the head still sang,
Daemon bound would not let it sleep.

Treachery named, knives in the dark,
Broendulf spared till debts were paid,
Across the mists to Empire lands
Where false stars charted a wizard’s grave.

Wisborg burned to a charred refrain,
“Khorne!” howled walls till mortar wept,
Sigmar’s priest fell, skull split wide,
Faith cracked as the blood god stepped.
Stossel learned what foresight buys—
The Blood Raven pecked him to gore,
A reminder of the Bloody Princess’ reign,
A worthy offering to Khorne.

Saga of the World Walker!
Hear the oath this warrior swore,
Seeking foes forevermore!
Saga of the World Walker!
From mortal shore to daemonic tide,
A greater warrior you shan’t find!
Saga of the World Walker!
All answer when he calls to fight!
Saga of the World Walker!
None can deny his right!

The prince did beg for a cleaner end,
Snake slid down as mercy fled,
Venom swelled his pleading face
Before the hall received his head.
Ormskaro burned by whispered fate,
Love lay butchered, ash and bone,
Laughing, Wulfrik walked away—
The curse at last revealed as more.

Under Archaon’s apocalyptic sky
He carved a path through champions and rot,
Valnir fell to Torgald’s blade,
Even the deathless champions are not.
Mighty Valten did come soon,
Steel rang—then darkness closed,
Wulfrik fell with the words of doom:
Your own end shall be worse.

Saga of the World Walker!
Hear the oath this warrior swore,
Seeking foes forevermore!
Saga of the World Walker!
From mortal shore to daemonic tide,
A greater warrior you shan’t find!
Saga of the World Walker!
All answer when he called to fight!
Saga of the World Walker!
None could deny his right!