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Feel the of taste of hate release its bitterness Caught up in a place to face the fate From below taken, trapped and tied in chains Serpent spewing venom from above The serpent never stop spitting out its searing venom Not for a minute, not for a moment Striving not to gasp Striving to surmount the pain Striving not to let the woman know how much her brief run costs Ironbound - The torture never stops Ironbound - Held hard, held in horror Ironbound - The torture never stops Ironbound - Through bonds of blood Bound I am with bowels torn from my kin To bring the torment closer to my eyes Writhing in pain, causing quakes in chains Prepare the fall of all, I call to arms By my hand come the end and the chaos At my touch the green leaves withers Hurry to your end You who ween yourself so strong I feel a luring lust to consume the ones who tamed me once Oath-bound to Odin in blood but beware If in truth I am gut-bound to rocks Know that first and last I am Bringer of death and of doom

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

As thunder borne upon the wind Was heard the battle's wild uproar See the angels of the dead Seek blood dripping crimson red Amidst the heaps of foemen slain Drenched with battle's bloody rain On the plate-mail rattled loud The arrow-shower's rushing cloud Spear-torrents swept away Ranks of foes from light of day In the dark the spears were whet Grimly pointed metal shone Dread the weapons of the knights Battered shield and blood-smeared swords Ravens, rain-soaked lurked the feast Nesting redly the deceased Grim the jaws that shook their shields Red the fangs that bit the bones Spear-torrents swept away Ranks of foes from light of day

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Axe-age Økstid Sword-age Sverdtid Wolf-age Vargtid I saw the doombringer coming to call In form of the blind And the arrow of fraud Pierced through the skin of the fair In accents of despair As he died away Borne throughout the misty air The sun turned pale and no one spoke Vows were sworn that very night This death will be avenged I saw the ship burning floating away As a funeral pyre To be claimed by the sea A biting sarcasm rose Whence the sly one fled Hence the bondage of blood Burned throughout the misty air Ringhorn disappeared and no one spoke Vows were sworn that very night This death will be avenged I saw the darkness descend upon the nine worlds To enhance the coming of the end All-Father then stod up and addressed upon the nine worlds Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age Northwards and netherwards for nine nights through darkness And through the vastness of Vid Towards the ninth realm for nine nights through darkness Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age Northwards and netherwards the eight-hooves were pounding Through mist and pathways of death Across the burning bridge the eight-hooves were pounding Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age I felt the darkness increase upon the nine worlds The winter tighened its grip Grim Fimbul rage addressed upon the nine worlds Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age I saw the wolf-age coming to call In form of the blind And the arrow of fraud Seeds of destruction were sowed By the hands of doom And by daring the meek Tears thou kept to thouself To avoid his return To be wept of out Hel Shields shall be cloven in vain For this act of deceit As the fate has forseen

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Hear me Doom-bringers Pale-bleak spawn of Hel Await the seething tide… As a venomous omen An eagle pecks at the dead Its beak dripping blood… At dusk death will dawn Denoument hoist the sail Skin and nail prevail...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

"Fear rule my world still Has ruled it, shall rule it Meek is weak” Ill-boding wolfs blood Crowned in woe, death-stained Dread-gard Queen Sear the runes of wrath The rependant writhes in remorse Niflhel - Ware her venom To be taught by tongue of treason Hoping nothing knowing nothing Ware her venom Serenely cold-blooded Death embedded skin Wrapped around death-sin Words of unwise men Pierce all senses Pain, yes pounding pain Hear the screams of deceit The Half-dead sneers in delight Niflhel - Ware her venom To be taught by tongue of treason Hoping nothing knowing nothing Ware her venom

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Djupe skogen, Loke-skrall Jotun frista hammar-skrall Mjøllne brest hugens hallar Fjell og dalar drottens drønne-kall I Utgard; Ake-Tor Følget råka Jotun jord Niding pest i Lokes hallar Gny hirden, Tor i kallar med nid Hammar Haus - Hammar-Ty Rimkolde Rungne ramma Ramme raus - Hammar-Ty Rimkolde Rungne ramma Utgard-Lokes falske leik Ei ussel, ei veik - Åsa-Tor Huge ga Tjalve strid Strauk han grunnen lett som vinden Ingen grid i utgards hallar Traust Tjalve beintrøtt tok sitt mot Loke ei hell vil ha Loge brenner lukt som ilden Ingen list i Åsa-kallar Balders bane taus mot Muspells ve Havets larm i det mektige mjødhorn Stort om stavnen Mein i den mektige Æges arge velde Hatefullt står imot havets harme Om alle land Ligger Jormundgand Med eiter om juvande kjeften Elle - Arge eldes velde For alders føtter alle faller Ei håp om grid Synkverv - Utgard-Lokes list Lorrides leik Loke bleik i Utgards hallar

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

I Hordaland ska hærmenn fella blot Mannablot te Herjans hær Nidingverk e Starkads bot Grimme gamle halvtrolls bane-brodd Harde hirdmanns lodd Starkads ætt e Starkads lodd Sterk i spydver, hard mot skarpe odd Bane blir ei banesår Strid med Hake, Hake stri og rå med Vebjorg hakehoggar i sin hird Rik på sår Odins rause gunst gamle bytting får Slikk om sår Odins sterke kunst sterke stridsmann får Høg ska akta, andre menn ska hata Tredje nidingverk ska så I strid ska vokta, fyrsten blod ska lata Odins stridsverk ska rå Hogga i halsen Ser inn i livet Kløyva i brystet Innvollar henge Banemann Hader Hogge av hausen Tors gamle ondskap Bite i graset

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Galders great, nine Bòltorn gave Nine lays of might Drank the draught of Kvasir’s blood Mead Divine Word from word gave words to me And throve full well Deed from deed gave deeds to me Ere long prudence came Runes you’ll find and fateful signs Strong staves, stout staves Runes that Galdra-Father stained Runes of old graved Word from word gave words to me How to evoke them Deed from deed gave deeds to me How to score them Ride the gallows of the norns Born secrets of the dead Nine runes Nine lays Born secrets of the norns Ride the gallows of the norns Born secrets of the dead Nine runes Nine lays Born secrets of the dead

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Ormens strid va hard Jernvåpen skrangla mot skallar Longspyd luta for liv å ta Regn av ildpiler falt I Odins gny Jernvåpen skalv Broddar brant blodig i brystet Malmsterke klinger fra Rogaland Talte folkets ord I Odins gny

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Hørr de rir et rykte sørfra Herskjold og herda oddar herje Kampkloke, hissige kjølskodde hestar Spydver i vente Med dragar i stavnen Malmsterke udyr vente Gape i sinne med jernkjeft i sky Bjørn og ulv stille sultne Sultne på sårleik, berserkergang Hørr de rir et rykte vett eg Hermenn med malmspyd rød rundt kjeften Jernklinger skjelve med blåblanke eggar Glohondar ete det asketåkå tok Det mørkna mot økstid for Ryger I spydting; la jernvåpens larm ramma hardt Eg vett det svartna for mången I jernleiks kvasse berserkergang Med vind i dragens seil Blei bølger brutt fra vest Jernklinga skrog Strøik fram i fjorden Fra åpne sår fekk blod Fritt leide te sjø Og kvast der vest for land Fløit menn så var kåra te døden Hørr de rir et rykte sørfra Kampgny, hissige framlynte fyrstar Jernklinga skjoldborg i fritt leide fare For ære og land i Odins navn

False peace None my friend in word Batteling bards None my friend in word Bloodshed Ill nature comes to pass War gods Ill nature comes to pass Loke Untame venomtongue No ward on words of blaming tongue Loke Stinging venom song No heart, no hope for venomtongue No heart, no hope for venomtongue In dismay the One-Eyed gazes With a grave brow On the friendship of old With a bleeding heart In eyes of cold Hating, despising Dawned decay of bloodline alliance No use to dwell On a friendship of old Let the elder spite and disgrace unfold Blaming, lying Enchained With the guts of your long gone son Tearing fangs On the guts of your long gone son Silence Come the holy hammers woe Bones undone From the holy hammers woe