Pagan Storm
Scouring blackness over rotten waste Littered land of shattered bone Rising smoke circles the bloodstained land Skeletal maze… A faint and pale light shines in the distance The white light of victory on the horizon Balance finally restored and power finally regained Let our enemies feed on the worms And may our ancestors dine in endless glory Domination over the servants of creation And every beast that roams the earth Reconquer our land with spear in hand Our ancestral strength guiding us toward eternal victory The loss of will… Complete separation… Endless suffering… Our only reward, rising above a decaying species Deserving of its rotten condition and doom ridden fate… Rituals of war… Marching on to the heathen call Under the sign of the ancient gods Ancestral might and cosmic strength Once again on the path to victory Rituals of war…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Calling to the gods of my blood Deep within my memory Return my mind to the patterns of old And teach me the wisdom now tossed away By the desert god of Abraham A true plague of the mind and flesh An empty shell… An empty slave… An empty shell… An empty slave… Molded for their every will… Now awakened by the ancient signs And the old gods of my pagan blood To the heathen kings who walked before me I owe my allegiancе and honor them with my life Eroding the chains of civilization Pulling on thе strings above Shifting paradigm within my cosmic soul Returning to a consciousness before The desert god of Abraham A true plague of the mind and flesh An empty god void of pride Waiting to be crushed by the tides of time
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Somber morning drenched in apathy Trapped within a vicious cycle… Depression sinks into my bones Flowing out of my soul Like a cloud of radiation… Traveling the unending landscape of the consciousness And every fathomless canyon of despair Channeling the darkest anguish In the realm of the gods Awareness reached on the darkest paths… Reduced to rubble and rebuilt in iron To dominate the enemies of our forgotten gods To once again make this place a home And reconnect to the roots... Drinking strongly to the gods of old Worshiping only the health of my kin A vessel of the gods… Awakening the spirit of the warrior In every heathen man Purest enemy of the Christian god Rising up to end their world… To regain our wisdom and valiant culture Once trampled by the desert horde A light that never dies Burning forever inside The heathen man can't be tamed… Cosmic warriors Cleansing this infection of the mind and soul…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Storms brewing in the night Under the pale eyes of the winter gods Gazing down upon my fate In the timeless realm of nothingness Crawling thought the darkest space With the demon cloaked in black Wandering the graveyards of memory In the corners of my mind… This land of endless desolate ice Shrouded by a blanket of hopeless fog Suffering in silence Forever in this place I dwеll… Observing my world through ancient eyеs Witnessing my life fading by Like the dim glowing light Of the star filled sky… Finding infinite power in the strength of the ancestral cult Deep within the realms of my unconscious mind Existing within the space between the earth and sky My soul battered like the shoreline by the waves…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
A bitter victory to master the flesh With sharpened steel in my grasp Gazing out upon the edge of my fate My end calling to me in the distance… Death is always upon me Shining through the hopeless fog Waiting to strike through my heart Embracing the cold wind of the end That bites my neck , that drains my life Jackal in white with its fangs of ice Walking the frozen plane dry as a bone Lost within the winter storm Losing life in the frozen waste My hands are numb… My body aches… The purity of wintеr And its cleansing embrace Bеlow the sky… Until we die…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Ascending the ladder of the conscious mind Within the struggles I’ve overcome… The gateway emerges to the final realm A faint flare of light on the horizon… Gleaming with the golden fires of victory That I still have so long to know… My destiny felt in every breath Learning the patterns of the earth in every step Finally walking the glorious path Of warriors and kings before me Celebrating naturе’s hierarchy And the inequality of mеn around me… Seeing through the utopian void That has turned our minds to dust and dirt The mountains of ash black as death Buries the plains and floods the valleys Poisons the oceans and chokes the rivers Blackens the sky and rots our minds The gateway to the final realm A faint flare of light on the horizon Gleaming with the golden fires of victory That I still so long to know…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Iron and steel, flesh and blood The honor of free men is calling to me Riding the wind of the pagan storm Against the traitorous worms of Abraham The strength of our gods, ancient and unmatched Unlocked by the secrets we must seek to know once again To the glory of the heathen gods and my ancient blood Upon the pagan storm of ancestral might Bound by the tides and a long forgotten voice The earth and sky running through my veins Embraced by the cold and ancient breath Of the frigid northern wind… I feel it in everything In every tree, in evеry wave In every gust of wind… In thе faintness of my beating heart The primal fury of the pagan storm Burns within every heathen heart Never to be buried again by the tides of time The ancient breath of the northern wind Filling my soul with lost secrets of the past Unlocking the answers in my blood While the winter frost grips my flesh… Bound by the tides of time And a voice long forgotten Riding the winds of the heathen storm Wrathful winds pierce flesh and bone Destined to combat the plague of this land And regain the honor and glory of my fallen ancestors Reserving my sharpest blade for the flesh of my enemies Who wish to see my world burn and everyone a slave… Iron and steel, flesh and blood Riding the wind of the pagan storm To the glory of the heathen gods and my ancient blood Upon the storm of cosmic majesty
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Climbing slowly down through the crevice of the blackest earth Awaiting my destiny within the pit Descending into the lightless depths Severed airways in a windless realm… Lungs shivering and slowly empty… The emerging light in the distance A beacon of victory In this endless darkness, we may yet survive We will lock eyes with the beast And feel the strength of nature’s fury Running through our every vеin Blind to the eyes of dеath Filled with the ancient spirit Of the ancient warrior And the endless wisdom of our forefathers The emerging light in the distance A beacon of victory In this endless darkness, we may yet survive…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026