Silent Waters

A mind dejected, blood boiling with anger The storm of the warpath, now sings in my heart You're pleading, useless, I now shall disregard I'll leave you to weep and to fear for me (I'm ready for my end) My hair I comb down With resin into braids (I'm ready to ascend) My will burning high Summon strength from the night I equip myself, to warfare I prepare I put on my black cloak, enchanted adders skins Your prayers shall not reach into my heart Your despair shall not stop me now This precious hairbrush, thrown at the wall It came to me from my father I give you this as a token of myself For you to have and mourn over And when my blood flows from its bristles When my sap is dripping from its shaft Then you will know of my anguish My destruction will be revealed

What was denied from poor I thought to be riches I run for them there and then It made me take my due To death, I'd plunge with joy My happiness to claim I am prepared to face the war Under the black soil I'm righteous if so desire Until I reveal my worth And take to myself What was denied from me I stalked them in their celebrations I delved into their words I aimed at the highest of the high And decided it's mine to take Wont to crawl I was To cringe and fawn A servant on hours of day But a holder of nocturnal sway What was denied from poor I thought to be love I run for it here and now It makes me take my due

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 22, 2025

A day's light told me of my son's fate the sun showed the way, grim and severe pulled under the raging waters, my child sank in the drowning currents, my son My strength is not enough, my powers failed me I need the heaven's help, I ask for thunder's force I plead for you oh lightning, forge an iron tool a magic rake of dragging, a river for my son God of fire, bring your light forger of sun help me now guardian of the shore will sleep in your warmth lull the folk of cold water banish the serpents of the dark to the river, let me go and fetch my son away A rake made of iron from the Gods of skies the spirit of bright days sent me the sun cold troops of Tuoni can not stand in my way untouched, I shall walk by the river of the night my child my son

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 22, 2025

I have known the arcane lore On strange roads such visions met That I have no fear nor concern For hatred and obstacles of this world By stone-shoed wanderer I am taught My visions from fiery eyed iron-armed chanter I know how to fight, I know how to sing I know how to bend, I know how to break I've not grown weary on lengthy roads On strange lands not gone astray Such is the knowledge cast in me Such is the knowledge, such are the skills I know how to fight I know how to sing I know the way If ruin is said to befall me It has not come to pass I've conquered all who stood on my way And drowned the snakes of death Because of treason I now shall leave Because of my blood burning my soul And now I raise this flaming sword Towards darkness, against everyone

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 22, 2025

I am of crimson blood Nought shall hold me Mirror mine the dark of night Reflects me in water Ablaze are my eyes My soul consumed by woe My braids weaved by the wind An image black in my mind Leave I must now with haste Me who tires of quiet life Me who's path leads to war Me who fears no death I yearn for more I yearn to rise I yearn for everything I yearn for you I yearn to rise

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 22, 2025

Only one can make me do my good deeds Only one and the shadow of that one Only one can make me do my evil deeds Only one and the shadow of that one Her alone I will lend my ear to Only her I will obey Her alone I will always want to serve Only her I will defy Only one can me wage all my wars Only one and the shadow of that one Only one can make do all my deeds Only one and the shadow of that one My understanding under her advice Birth of my knowing under her advice My desires I fulfil by revolting

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 22, 2025

On his trail the stones they grew He was led astray Forces strange he had to face Magic unseen When he asked he was not answered But he would not yield What he asked for was not given A shape to his dream To a whirling mass of waters The mountains of high His desire he spoke out To claim his due A shadow moved in Louhi's mirror The fairest maid of them all Restless mind found her to his liking But the queen wanted more Louhi spoke in riddled tones of three things to achieve Find and catch the devil's moose and bring it here to me Seek the stallion born of fire, harness the flaming horse He captured and bound the moose, he tamed the golden horse Still remained the one final test Hunt the bird from the stream of death

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 22, 2025

Mother wept for her son She wept and sang Anxiously pondered fate His and her own A sun's ray, in through the eye Glimmered in the room of mind Changing the woman shape Sorrow fled her face From the shaman into shaman From the chimney a witch flew out Shaman dived across the sky Under her the woods and lakes Till she saw the Northland gates I have come for my son, where is my son? I accept no lies, no falsehoods or deception I'll send you plagues unnumbered Destruction upon your house I lay to waste your treasures And slay your fairest daughter. The queen of north told of the way The road to River Black Impossible and incomplete The path of no return

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 22, 2025

Still searching for my way, the right way to be still pondering what I've done I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from within and all that I know is still not enough I'm being held by the one shadow tormenting my soul the curving neck of a swan the slow turning of a bird's head So white its plumes and feathers its breast like the moon in water silent and tranquil, it moves on the river in the calm I wander back on familiar roads I sense the marks I left on the hills I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds they make me muse on life Up the hill and the mountain I look back, I look down there flows the River of Death and here the wind in my hair

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 22, 2025

Far from here, a house forsaken on lands of yesterday The silence of the night has crept in As weeping as the women, as thoughts of solitude As sadness and grief In a dim deserted room a token left on the table A talisman, a hairbrush from his father Oozing from the shaft a stream of bitter sap Dripping scarlet flow, so slow They know it to be an emblem of death A sign of destruction They recognize the end of a friend The agony of a man and son They look at brush, remember the black hair They weep the bitter sap Oozing from the shaft a stream of bitter sap Dripping scarlet flow, so slow Bristles weeping wet, into a pool of red

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 22, 2025