"Who barks?
Is it the wolves of the High One?
Or is it the barking of the village dogs?
Harken to me, you two-legged dogs
Drink the vision mead of knowledge
To learn what it is to live and die in honour
To be in battle slain and in death rewarded by the Valkyrjur's embrace.
The warrior maidens who will carry you to the shimmering Gates of Valhöll.
You are dogs who wish to become men."
Prove you are not a dog."
— Heimir
Is it the wolves of the High One?
Or is it the barking of the village dogs?
Harken to me, you two-legged dogs
Drink the vision mead of knowledge
To learn what it is to live and die in honour
To be in battle slain and in death rewarded by the Valkyrjur's embrace.
The warrior maidens who will carry you to the shimmering Gates of Valhöll.
You are dogs who wish to become men."
Prove you are not a dog."
— Heimir
"At every passage, one should turn his eye round, one should spy round. For a foe might be crouched within upon the floor."
— King Aurvandil War-Raven
— King Aurvandil War-Raven
"Wise in measure should each man be, yet wise enough to be the fool. \ This is the last tear you will shed in weakness. It will be given back when most you need it. Now... Behold, as a man."
— Heimir
— Heimir
Heimir: Tell me, how did Óðinn lose his eye?
Amleth: To learn the secret magic of women.
Aurvandil: Never seek the secrets of women, but heed them always.
Heimir: It is women that know the mysteries of men. The Norns that spin and weave at their Well of Fate.
Amleth: To learn the secret magic of women.
Aurvandil: Never seek the secrets of women, but heed them always.
Heimir: It is women that know the mysteries of men. The Norns that spin and weave at their Well of Fate.
"You behold your brother's gaze in amazement. I knew well you would. Pity you never paid a bastard's eyes heed before. Now... Behold how swiftly your brother swings his sword."
— Fjölnir
— Fjölnir
"When we found you as a cub... I knew then that you had a heart of cold iron."
— The Berserker Priest
— The Berserker Priest
The Seeress: Prowl in shadow, slayer of my people. Hide. Even though your brother stole my eyes... I see you.
Amleth: I am no-one's brother.
The Seeress: It is not enough to be the man that never cries, Prince Amleth. The prince that turned from his fate. A beast that cares for naught. A beast that wrings tears from the eyes of men. Now remember for whom you shed your last teardrop. Remember the oath to right the wrong. Remember the Raven King. Remember. Remember, it contains the salty ocean you must sail upon to the edge of the world.
Amleth: It feeds the freezing river of hate that runs in my veins.
The Seeress: It will take you to an island in the north where there will spring a burning lake, bursting from a black mountain's peak.
Amleth: There I will drown my father's killer.
The Seeress: Follow the vixen's tail to the dwelling of the ancient one to seek the fated sword that matches your brutal rage.
Amleth: Why speak you my fortune, witch?
The Seeress: For where your path of ashes ends, another will begin her journey. A maiden king.
Amleth: I am no-one's brother.
The Seeress: It is not enough to be the man that never cries, Prince Amleth. The prince that turned from his fate. A beast that cares for naught. A beast that wrings tears from the eyes of men. Now remember for whom you shed your last teardrop. Remember the oath to right the wrong. Remember the Raven King. Remember. Remember, it contains the salty ocean you must sail upon to the edge of the world.
Amleth: It feeds the freezing river of hate that runs in my veins.
The Seeress: It will take you to an island in the north where there will spring a burning lake, bursting from a black mountain's peak.
Amleth: There I will drown my father's killer.
The Seeress: Follow the vixen's tail to the dwelling of the ancient one to seek the fated sword that matches your brutal rage.
Amleth: Why speak you my fortune, witch?
The Seeress: For where your path of ashes ends, another will begin her journey. A maiden king.
"No man knows if he will celebrate next yuletide as a king or as a slave. Best to be prepared for both."
— Fjölnir The Brotherless
— Fjölnir The Brotherless
The He-Witch: Yet, difficult is the sword's nature, for it can only be unsheathed in the dark of night or else at Hel's black gates.
Amleth: The Gates of Hel. There will my sword be just. I will enjoy feeding Draugr till then in everlasting night.
The He-Witch: Then shall you also enjoy the moment when you must choose between kindness for your kin, or hate for your enemies.
Amleth: That is nothing. My heart knows only revenge.
Amleth: The Gates of Hel. There will my sword be just. I will enjoy feeding Draugr till then in everlasting night.
The He-Witch: Then shall you also enjoy the moment when you must choose between kindness for your kin, or hate for your enemies.
Amleth: That is nothing. My heart knows only revenge.
"You showed yourself brave and loyal. When we return to the farm, certain... privileges will be granted you. Your work will be less burdensome. You will command others' burden. And, Bjornulfr, as a reward for winning us the game, I'll let you choose a woman for yourself. Even that Slav bitch I've seen you eyeing. Father found her too... unyielding. But know that we will never make you a free man. The stench of a lowborn slave cannot escape him."
— Thórir
— Thórir
"These wounds... Are not of this world. This distempered spirit will ride again. It wields a hungry blade. Go. I will prepare a sacrifice."
— Áshildur Hofgythja
— Áshildur Hofgythja
Gudrún: ...Your sword is long.
Amleth: Stop your jest... I am your son.
Gudrún: Amleth? You live still?
Amleth: A life of death. Yet I swore to survive till this moment. Tomorrow, I shall finish my deeds in honour. Only then will I discover whether living is to my liking.
Gudrún: You are your mother's son.
Amleth: And my father's. I am come to avenge King Aurvandil, to choke my traitorous uncle in his death-blood. And to free you.
Gudrún: I see you have inherited your father's simpleness.
Amleth: Stop your jest... I am your son.
Gudrún: Amleth? You live still?
Amleth: A life of death. Yet I swore to survive till this moment. Tomorrow, I shall finish my deeds in honour. Only then will I discover whether living is to my liking.
Gudrún: You are your mother's son.
Amleth: And my father's. I am come to avenge King Aurvandil, to choke my traitorous uncle in his death-blood. And to free you.
Gudrún: I see you have inherited your father's simpleness.
"You must believe me. He is here. The progeny of Aurvandil lives still. I fear he was led here by the raven-spirit of your dead brother. Think! He's killed your men. He has murdered your eldest son. And he will not rest till you lie cold in the ground and our own Gunnar lies slain beside you. It - is - Amleth. No god can help you with this task. You must discover my son and kill him with your own hands. Let my words be the whetstone to your biting rage, for the mischief of last night was not the work of one man. Find the slaves who ally with him. Find them!"
— Gudrún
— Gudrún
Fjölnir: In the end... you're just like your father. Evil begets evil.
Amleth: How do you know that's your son's heart? And not the heart of a rabid dog killed two nights ago?
Amleth: How do you know that's your son's heart? And not the heart of a rabid dog killed two nights ago?
Amleth: I will avenge you! I will honor our blood! I will cut the thread of Fate! My blood will live on! Valholl awaits!
