Thrones

From the northernmost peaks Into the vale of sorrow Betwixt the Pillars of Boreas A darkness stirs beyond From across the plains of ice And over the hills of dread The Blood of the North rises A final raid over the land A blaze in the blackened sky As herald of ancient pride A guide for the hordes to stride A last march to light the pyres Ice-cold Darkness Enshrouds my longing mind Altar of elder purity Soil and blood enshrined When the flames rise And foes lay slain on sour ground Purified by perennial fire The plague of Shem exiled And I, channeling the Void To behold the endless funeral I light a beacon of Holocaust Gateway to Isolation Herald of the turning wheel, passing of cursed time A blaze in the blackened night, a standard for those who stride Flesh shed across the ice, cast beyond, into the skies Carving runes into my skin Omens for the ending wars

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

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A veil of darkness has fallen, obscuring the sky and stars The forests and lands forlorn, the ancient flory all but gone The flam in our hearts has died, the northern pride exiled A great weariness now looms, my journey has reached an end But a storm is coming A storm to end all storms A rain of iron and ice Slashing across the skies Fimbulwinter made blade Cyclic law to cleanse the land An inner storm is brooding As now horizons become clear The path shatters in parting ways Time has come to seize fate in my hand I see the weak, the cursed Kneel for the Calf, or Mammon I scorn your ways, wretched creed I choose a path of no return All temples now crushed to dust All gods cast down to the earth All riches and lies to the pyre The wind and sky shall by my hide Hands once so potent Fashioned into feeble stumps I summon strength and purity With renewed might shall I erect thee With spite-made stones and beams And hatred dear, the strongest grout Abode of peace and beauty I shall make thee my sanctuary Thy halls are high and misty For spites to wander restfully Thy hearths hail the fire of Pan For shadows to reap Genocide A veil of darkness has fallen, occulting the lunar might Calm before the storm, tidings for the fall A soft rain is falling Tears of a passing age A bittersweet reprieve Afore the lifting of the veil Thus ends the silence Accursed reign of deliquescence Now behold the swords unsheathed Iron and ice shall cleanse the earth

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Mine fjell Att i dette forrottnande kammer av eit legeme Som eit siste trumfé i mi indre pinsle Broddar av kold stein Mine fjordar Forankrar seg i dette hole skal Desse verkande blodfattige sår Dei forsne gap Mine skogar Glimrar fortrengt djupt i mi sjel Myrke fell så hardy Ljus slepp ikkje lenger inn Eg gjer sleep på æra Idet mine åndedrag vert leda mot det siste Livet har inga lindring Kun Dauden har evnen

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025