…And So the Night Became

Bloodred sky Bloodred fields The sun in it's last breath Providing the shadows of the trees A moment to dance before death Still - their makers dance In the cold breeze That gives me the stench Of blood not yet cold And torn dead flesh I raise my hammer of war To call my vulture Up high it flies from the fields From it's kingdom it sees The most wonderful sights Dead men - wounded worms The remains of a conquered land My slaughters and victory My hammer shall not yet rest From the north I hear Hordes of young men How unaware they are of their people's Angel of death Their blood shall paint my armour As I slay them all brutally Down the hill they ride I greet them with my war cry As I slam my hammer into the ground Come to me mortals My wary hatred engraves Fear in their faces as they see their death I am war, I am death My hammer crushes skulls and bones Screams of fear My sword thirst drowns in blood Tears and begging for mercy I laugh and kill I am the god of war I am Ares

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 22, 2025

My pale soul Shines under my moon On one of my bold mountains I stand I hold my torch high Up against my black sky The skulls in my belt Glow in the light of the moon As does my sword More and more as the unpure blood Runs off and down on my bold strong mountain It runs My mountain drinks It calls the rain It calls my father Brutally they come As thunder They slam their powers Deep into my pale soul I scream in pain and lust My wind brings the rain From my mighty oceans My black sky is still clear I scream and laugh As I dance the dance of war Under my moon In my storm On one of my seven mountains

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 22, 2025

In shimmering circles of silver light In icy wind and spitting fire Through flowing stream and ancient mountain Thou alone dost see me By lightning, thunder, hail and wind I conjure thee By sword of fire that can never fail I conjure thee I fall into the dark ravine The clash of swords fills my spirit Thou who shinest by night on the see Casts the shadow of the axe over my soul By ravens wings and serpents venom Bestow your gifts upon me By eye of wolf and dragons flame Grant me your strength I scream The ravens battlecry The powers of old embrace me The arc of the crescent moon Casts a shadow over my soul

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 22, 2025

Mektige norske sjeler Bemorket av norronsk trollskhet Ut av taakeslor, de vandret Morke krigerske sjeler Stolthet styrket av blod Majestetisk krigerske broderskap Voldelige morke toner Brutal atmosphere of morke tanker Skulle styrke en enhet Av stormfullt hat Flammehav, blodige kjettinger Svarte sinn i en evig reise Ta sverdet fatt Du nordsonn, knus dem ned Norge skal bli vaart som for Vi skal seire alle slag La oss kjempe sammen For vare stolte forfedre La oss hedre dem La oss seire For dem

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 22, 2025

At dusk a stillness falls Defeated warriors seized from life Shielding the landscape, they lie As legions have before them The crow spirals down From it's tower of dominion It's eternal quest is the blood of the slain It sees battles, victories and visions foretold It's eyes hold the secrets of eternity Devouring warriors Seeking spilled blood The triple figure of war shall arise A shape of black shadows And wind blown leaves It shall sweep the endless domain Snowflakes soar on the northern wind Figures transform to crystal and ice The voice of the future Cries out across the land I am the wind that rolls from the sea I am the darkness that cloaks your soul I am the whisper that drifts through the trees I am the fate that compels you all

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 22, 2025

En evig vandring Er inderlig onske Hos et lite barn Et miktig barn Er avkom av ild Dette vesen Skal tilkalle en makt Som skal blafre i nordens Mektige storm Bare hun kan vekke makten Som hviler under bellig jord Hun vil danse i vind Og i ildens enorme omfavnelse Dans i ilden Ta ilden stige opp La den berke Og stikke hellig jord Til aske, du vesen Vis oss din ild dans

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 22, 2025

Cold earth Blackened souls blessed by etenity Dwelling under unholy ground Forbidden thoughts and dreams Provided by strong storms Of bold beliefs and black Souls of immortality The demons are dancing Creeping on the path Clinging to the fairytale Which they call religion They are slayed by our demons Of war and hurling storms These are human creatures Of a filthy and weak kind As we crawl up and out Of our cold earth with blood On our hands and faces We greet our brothers With horned wings and cold minds The dwelling and feeding It is complete Now we rise

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 22, 2025

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Sacrilege By my hand As a worthless pale memory They look upon the old The defiling of our land And glorious nature Shall become their undoing As we lay our hate And powers upon them The dark eternity I am veiled in wind I am not alone Unleashed hate and anger By mountains strength We shall prevail by our unity And for the old - for the old Battle cries shall rage up From all our valleys Unleashed hate and anger By mountains strength We shall prevail by our unity Our hurling storms of hatred Curse their wretched souls Our great spirit of strength Shall battle to the death With wisdom we walk With might we slay And their spiritless bodies We shall dance upon Peace shall never be thine And we shall feast And we shall sing In our neverending glory On our path of the wise We shall dance on our hallowed ground Our souls are as one With earth - spirit And the old - the old

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 22, 2025

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At the edge of the night A silence lies Over mirrors of black space A web of dark fate is weaved The paths to tread were chosen As the moon bewitches the midnight air Singing to earth, moon and sea In the darkest circles of time From the ashes a fire is awoken Amongst the shadows a spark shall arise Between the twisted branches Are they who dwell under moolight Voices echo through the clouds Calling to queen of all wise Nightwing in flight Singing the way between the wolds Thunder rolled from the land Veiled in mist she rides Towards the shadowed Tower of mysteries In the darkest circles of time

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 22, 2025