Heimdal

In every hallway there Is a hidden door You will it into existence you think it open Inside silence rules supreme Within the laws of absolute Darkness Two stars too far for travel Now; her eyes a home for all beauty and grace The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb Now; her soul a haven for the believer The thousand deaths of fire and ice Now; her skin as the new world The tormented screams of those who could not remember Now; a whisper from her lips of harvest and sleep Once the Navigator is revealed Will you have noticed the seal? Or did you enter blindly and didn’t even see her leave?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

We carry memories Of mass disembarkment From Spirit-ships Thoughts of the past The Fall of The Explorer The Tears of the Seamen We dream of what is coming Fading shapes will be rewritten Endless Light from peaceful sleep Thoughts of what is to come The stars who shone when we broke will be our beacons Let us take you over limbic waters On winds who still speak The tongues of old blue yonders Let us be your craft Sails unfolded outside of time Beyond the reach of our brethren’s demise We are of the waters Carrying the Countless Names Above, below, absorbed and besung We are of the Eternal Sea Crossing to wander in shadows To walk among Sow, reconquer Reconquer To walk among Sow, reconquer Reconquer

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Sheltered from The raging storm In the reflection Of hubris The clocked Kingmaker abides The hunter Claiming his throne The whispering winds Summons The spirits of fire And ice (Fire and ice) (Fire and ice) To enter the house Of the fallen To dwell within Borders of time (Aw) (Aw) (Aw) (Aw) Niu em ek Mœòra mögr Niu em ek Systra sonr (Niu em ek) (Mœòra mögr) (Niu em ek) (Systra sonr) Niu em ek Mœòra mögr Niu em ek Systra sonr (Niu em ek) (Systra sonr) Niu em ek Mœòra mögr Niu em ek Systra sonr Tall are the beacons Of might Thick are the walls Of the blind Withered are the fields Of the devoted Tireless, the howls From inside Emerge will the ones That were buried When the roots And the branches Are dead Echoes of The roaring silence Will resound Beyond borders Of space Sheltered from The raging storm In the reflection Of hubris The navigator Of time returns Detecting a path That was lost

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025