Origins

He who has ears to hear, let him hear For this is a tale of an ancient kind In the word there lies existence and the word became flesh And dwelt among us and we saw its glory Let him hear it who will Every soul heard Some ran and hid away Some listened Some laughed Most just stood there Motionless Silent And forgetting

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 09, 2025

Holy Father in Darkness Hallowed be Thy name Thy kingdom came The rise of Thy reign The bloom of the silvern night Hail King of Antumnos Holy Father in Darkness Thy will was done When the gates of Antumnos Were opened wide From Thy bosom Arose in glory The children of the Otherworld You are the nameless You're the primordial one Who was, who is and is to come Senisteros You are my genesis A rose e'er blooming From noble stem Hath sprung the tribes Of the night born Holy Father in Darkness Bright sun of the night Thine is the power and the glory Forever more Holy Father in Darkness Blessed be Thy name Thy kingdom came The rise of Thy reign

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Is it not ironic How your favorite dread Is the matrix in which you were formed The unfathomable dark Of a realm arcane and burrowed far below The grain sprouts from deep 'neath the soil Where sunlight will never ever reach Behold From darkness we come That shelter where all life is formed Ascend To darkness we sail Eternal refuge of the soul The darkness of night goes out When dawn befalls in the time between the times And the grain in the soil, buried deep Shall not bear fruit unless it dies In the dark of Antumnos The Awen waves and life is conceived The day is born from the night In the three night of Samon the year is born So the song has been sung Let him hear it who will Is it not ironic How you cling so hard To all evidence of all there is As you maintain your unbroken urge To explain what you can't The child grows in its mother's womb Enshrouded and concealed

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Ueuone drucorigin Auios auiettos, auios auiei Mantrat-io ulatin Auios auiettos, auios auiei Doaxte in bretannoi rigion Auios auiettos, auios auiei Belorigos argantios Comanxte mercin rigos Auios auiettos, auios auiei Siraxta gabesse Sin cecantont uidlui Tre panpe aisson In the west he rose The high king from Antumnos With a high queen Noble daughter of Bretannos Their first born son, lo, the sovereign Celtos The world marveled at the offspring of the Antumnos Uiors benape bisiomos Auios auiettos, auios auiei Bie matir mouon mapon Gegnetro eobon mapos Auios auiettos, auios auiei Iaccousassos aurios Bou uassoi anuan Celtos Auios auiettos, auios auiei Doaxte neruos caros Maras boudas doaxte eu Eddi-jo atir cenetli Auios auiettos, auios auiei Sin cecantont uidlui In cantlobi senauon

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

North of the yew grove One mountain was crowned With glory and steel Shining beacon of wealth Home of the prosperous High Princess of Noreia One man To fight on the blood-red mountainside One man To vanquish the rapacious beast Once man to end the age of distress One man To fulfill the prophecy enthean One fateful day it appeared That colossal and furious boar To feed on our sacred lands A swath of destruction Was all that remained Iron swords were raised in vain Asunder burst our lightning spears Oppressed and stricken we languished in fear Until he rose... Vir! Vir! Vir! Vir! North of the yew grove One man stepped forth To challenge the beast The father of this town, Home of the prosperous High Princess of Noreia

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

So many lives faded, withered away. And many were born. Much that was great and significant sank into irrelevance. Today became history, history became legend, And fell into oblivion. Yet nothing vanishes without a trace. Everything that is sprang from what was.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025

Against the waves, with our swords in our hands Against the sea, with our backs to the walls Against distress, in the presence of our enemies Against the storms, roaring at our faces A cry rang out throughout the skies A beckon, the flight of the cranes The call of the mountains The call of the Alps The call home The tune in our hearts The song of the mountains What's that stir, so blatant in our sallying hearts? What's that urge, that lifted up our longing eyes? What's that ring, echoing from the leaden skies? What's that augur, resounding from the lyre's strings? A cry rang on in the sibilant winds A behest, the outcry of the cranes

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Sacred the enclosing welkin of dawn As the blazing red pours over the firmament The first light runs through my outstretched hands I see your face, shining on me Puissance never running dry Thy maul and staff They comfort me Thou art my shepherd, I shall not want Thy maul and staff, they comfort me Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green Thou leadest me beside the still waters Bright sun of the night Begetter, sempiternal force, fire of existence Sparks of life emit when you strike Your mallet's target is never missed No man can fathom the vastness in your hand Sucellos Atir aissom Rodatis buiotutos Celle! The times surrender, sun of the Otherworld The wolf's hunt won't be in vain As the raven homes and finds the isle Nantosuelta's noble servant Escorting the soul Into the darkness where life is born

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

And there was nothing... Grannus' healing touch - Cernunnos' beckon Deo Sucellos' strike - Taranis' piercing roar Dandelions floating like snow Witness the eternal laws of nimiety Every single one Is numbered Not one is forgotten Every single one Is just one more in Sucellus' hand Infinitesimal and evanescent Distant echoes ring out, exalting the unseen Ancient mountains serenely bode the vast All deriding the pompous futile That will be burnt to ashes and be washed away Is it sempiternal, yet sanctifying Waters and fires are to come "They teach that the soul does not descend to the silent land of Erebus and the sunless realm of Dis below, but that the same breath still governs the limbs in a different world. If their tale be true, death is but a point in the midst of perpetual life." The ephemeral will fade, the futile will be washed away Wounds will be healed and questions will be answered Creation cleansed for a brand new day Evanescent Minor and small Insignificant Will become a little star To shine for those to come

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

We wandered led by the gods You gave a voice Uîdluiā of the Allobroges Your feet danced In the footprints of the Otherworld The words of your songs Carved into our hearts My Vianna My bright light Vianna My Sacrifice My Vianna My patroness Vianna My Immortal Hallowed be Thy name, my child Dancing in the Awen You became the word As tears mingled with the Rhodanos And as the earth opened up To receive its sacrifice You blessed the fen The consecrated ground

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The silvern light - a stannite glow The primal night - of the darkened vault Under the welkin dark Solemn chants will soar The immemorial Songs of the wise To declare the rise Of the night-born Of glinting dew And susurrant winds Of a vibrant dawn Long foreshown And your pristine face Pours down crystal rays Caressed by your velvet touch As we dance through the night One last silver kiss As the ancient song falls silent The wolves from Antumnos Come bearing heritage divine In stannic pearls - the light pours Over the rock-grey coats of the proud Your radiance crystalline Heralds the ancient words Resounding high and clear From the otherworld In this night we dance Glory to the nameless one Atir aissom atir imon One last silver kiss before the last string decays...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Imi gdonios riios rijiaspe toutias The mountains trembled When the Antumnos' doors opened wide The ancient one stepped forth To bring to justice the grim tyrants A withered-skinned old man Divine Logos upon him His words alike the arrows in his quiver We followed him Our ears tethered to the divine tongue The ancient wise of Antumnos Our burning strength - our beacon light - our freedom's drown On the day of strife Two daughters born in pain To the reign of life Their dawning glory will shine "Seseroneos! Ferocious giant o Tauriscus! You wroth bull Long enough have you trampled over these lands!" A raddled aged man Vanquished the oppressor And reclaimed the lands of the West Our salvation - our victory As our lands bloomed again And Celtos' children grew Ogmios returned to Antumnos To attend Gobanno's feast

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

"The godly tongue distills honey, mankind's tether of amber and gold. This is my verdict. For neither are kingdoms conquered by iron, Nor dies the mighty by the spear. Men are felled by what they fail to believe in."

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Aidus esti-io gnata uer axsin bitous uertassit in uextlon Etic uextlon clouir Garion sepimor, brater Dligentes bisiomos Deuinin budin ro-plecomos, brater Age, rouraxsamos Aritere tres rhenon dexsoui Tres alpes epro-crabantes Eriwedu arcipi Laxsarin - uroncin beromos Uodextes - adandamos Emmos nis adgarion Atisepitor silon Antumni ansi cretimi, brater Rata deuon beunti uer toutas Gallias Budi deuon, brater ulates blatouesant

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

So here we are. Plays have been enacted. Empires have come and gone. The mightiest have passed away and withered alike the least. Fires have burned. Thousandfold. Yet did not eh great wheel serenely continue its course? Does not the blackbird still sing its song? Does not the mistletoe still dwell in the oak's crown? Forgotten what once has been told. Veiled the words that Once rang out, shrouded, like the larva in its cocoon. Let him hear it who will.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025