Horn Triskelion

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Show has covered Nordic lands Frozen is the earth beneath How can we endure this winter Without food and empty hands? The elders are dying younger The lads don't get that old Rather than eat rotten fish ...Keep surstromming at bay! Shall the wood beneath imposing longships Kiss the waves of seas and rivers course Sage the raiders strike for main A centre of trade gives the most gain Coins below our decks These goals we'll seal ourselves at dawn... Moon mantle's bright The coast's within our reach Bye weakling ones Sooner is your final doom Bird's muse goes asunder As a bad dreaming though Sun's born shining black It's time to go out raiding Fara I Viking! As white sheep among the wolves The raided will flee or fall The elders are dying younger Those lads don't get that old Rather than eat rotten fish ...Keep surstromming at bay! Towards the final hour We feast upon our gain In exchange a disembowel Or mean godspeed

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Which secrets are kept by this timeless being? How much weight their branches have still to endure? With a dense foliage it Hides a cumbersome truth For inwards is a burden of nine worlds! Descending from the heavens To the top of this giant tree The air fizzles and sparks erupts From nowhere to see Multi colour rainbow named Bifrost A highway to mortal's host The cosmic tree, never rests, never plea It's name Yggdrasil Grows of the past and forever will last Even with Nidhogg at its hell Sturdy roots bind planes together From Hel to Asgard The spiritual and physical life Is carried by elongated arms! A channel of vitality to the slums As a well, a spring, or a fountain it brings Brings the substance outwards Defiantly is resists to the passage of time To never collapse! But it's roots are chewed by the accursed Nidhogg Other perils lurks with the form of ants With hunger they feast upon it's buds and leaves From the underworld Serpents attack the most tender wood Leaving wide gashes where pieces of vibrant bark stood Those wounds are repaired Every morning by Norns Sprinkling them with water Preventing its decay The cosmic tree, never rests, never plea It's name Yggdrasil Grows of the past and forever will last Even with Nidhogg at it's hell

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Receding past their birth These lands of vast shores Stood pristine to every man All but the forgotten ones Who were these settler's of old? Of whom ancient Greeks have known Our prelude was almost lost The first legacy People of the serpents Oestreminis Land of the Ophi My sweet Ophiussa Beyond, beware! Unknown! The void! An endless ocean Tomb for daring trespassers This primordial soil Fertile, dynamic, in constant turmoil Unveils a seed May it develop, grow, Expanded by ductile bronze Absorbed, claims by hungry roots Maintaining this gaunt obsession A spring of fire looms, spills ignites Flames of war and dust The winter of a kingdom The story yet to unfold Our story has to unfold Esta porte transporta a essência; Do etéreo, ausência da razão... Para trás: a eterna vespertina Sombrio, um vulto de nação Num rasgo, é alcançado o momento A passagem p'ra outra dimensão As serpentes carregam seu portento O despertar d'Ofiússa! People of the serpents Oestreminis Land of the Ophi My sweet Ophiussa Beyond, beware! Unknown! The void! An endless ocean Tomb for daring trespassers Your grounds have encompassed Half of our bloodline source To the south, we'll gather out All of what remains The scripts in Tartassian Leads to the Cynetes's lore Or beyond, formation of the serpe real... People of the serpents Oestreminis Land of the Ophi My sweet Ophiussa Beyond, beware! Unknown! The void! An endless ocean Tomb for daring trespassers

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

For eras of torpor Midgardians wandered Empty of spirit and joy Confined to live a dull existence Praise the day of change Sudden shift of fate... At last a reason to dream for To drink for all eternity The true vial of inspiration Shortest path to wisdom It was brought to the heart of Midgard What a lavish gift of gods! By the blood of Kvasir Blended with the finest honey The meat of poetry breached From void to creation We raise these wooden mugs To kill our thirst For each drop, a renewed insight There's no easier way To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil A bunch of mysteries about this world By the blood of Kvasir Blended with the finest honey The meat of poetry breached From void to creation We raise these wooden mugs To kill our thirst For each drop, a renewed insight There's no easier way To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil A bunch of mysteries about this world As one we hail the brewed juice Let it spread through our inner veins High the spirits lift With dozens of gulps of mead The feet start trampling each other Happily dancing a foolish dance We abstract the sense of time And drift inside this untamed flow But before it dies away Chanting remember this gift of the gods From the divine spit Kvasir was born Enlightened being He couldn't be wrong Killed by dwarves Split in three Such is the tale Mead of poetry

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Three horns, Triskelion! “Welcome moving mass of seasoned men That face rain and the wildest storms Stoically with the same commotion of squashing a pile of worms. We travel for miles. Miles, yards... Not a difference to us Upon our shoulders we carry this heavy fur Some may call us savages But wilder shall be their dread if we clash in battle” Set on a cloud of dust A line of warriors Cover the horizon They march scattered No order is required To wreak havoc upon the puny Tentative threats... Combined with the dimness of the pale sun Reddened hair and beard Undulates to the omnipresent seashore winds Serpenting like the bowels of their victims... No one can tell Which will be their destination No living being can tell The destruction they're able to unleash A rude strategy they apply to the battlefield The fundaments are basic To tame the flesh, rendering it apart Three horns! With pride they bear ornate shields Painted with an icon Three horns, a Triskelion!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Soaked and muddy is the soil Thunder connects distant mountains An old track leads upwards Up to the fringe of the tallest fjord Countless have dreamed with this place The closest to the plane of Asgard Few had the courage to believe And to release the berserker affray Strange, the breeze is carrying over Whispers, noise and sounds resembling words Formulae of unbounded rage and pain A receipt for a deadly mindset way Time and place is right The words reveal themselves “Thou must hunt a beast wolf Under the darkest winter night Sip the fresh blood while still warm Grasp the sense that all is prey When the heat of battle ignites Roaring in waves engulfing thy heart Burning fire will be summoned In pure frenzy harvest enemy's lives” Soaked and muddy is the soil Thunder connects distant mountains An old track leads upwards Up to the fringe of the tallest fjord Countless have dreamed with this place The closest to the plane of Asgard Few had the courage to believe And to release the berserker affray Strange, the breeze is carrying over Whispers, noise and sounds resembling words...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

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Born impure, hiding behind the crust This raw material awaits In disguise it blends with other elements Holding for the rise of a superior civilization From the day it was unearthed For smelting precious ore Punished by men, pressing it to the anvil Shaped into a punisher, a punisher itself Blazing, the bloomer reminds an inferno A pyre of charcoal heats impurities Refining and removing the slag Impregnated silicate The purest aspect of the substance takes place Easier to mold, tender to work Base to the alloys Wrought iron, the flexible form! Amidst the dense, grey smoke Surround by enormous apparatus Dwells the blacksmith Steadily, his arms smites Bride the metal with a shape Edify, rectify Towards the conception of a weapon From the day it was unearthed For smelting precious ore Punished by men, pressing it to the anvil Shaped into a punisher, a punisher itself The art of forging starts with the core The inner part of the blade Compromises are made To be as deadly as possible Sustain impact without fracturing Albeit prone to bending So fortify it! But to accomplish this is no small feat Using less carbon And insist with the tempering For the outer side A razor-sharp edge is required Combine different layers Welding them together Iron! The blood ore Iron! To refine Iron! Assume it's shape To a deadly form The final stage is quenching Technique of heating until the red-hot stage Then pouring it into water Iron! The blood ore Iron! To refine Iron! Assume it's shape To a deadly form Engrave it's name With bold rune glyphs embossed “The leg bitter”, fierce companion Best friend to have at hand

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

On the verge of a new century Pious lands were hit by tragedy Villages licked by flames... Trail of charred outposts becomes With bare sails to penetrate the sea Warriors carry axes through the sand Few but valued as a great war-band Which consumes human sanity Survivors worked their prayer To ward against this evil Asked their lord to protect them Against the terror of the northern Concede the highest favour Preserving and guarding bodies Free us from the savage northern Tribes who devastates our realms They aged and young would have Their throats slit Frail maidens and lads too Not a single trace of mercy Repel the evil from us We altogether implore Bring thee the ruling realm We plead on bare knees To the king of glory Who pity us with true peace Soundness, hopes and strength Give us peace and harmony Bestow us unmitigated hope Genuine faith also Concede us continual charity And let completed be Sanctify our humble prayers Availed in achieved this old Glorious measure Praise be peace and glory To the trinity Who is most-magnificent For the people, Amen Summa pia gratia nostra Conservando corpora et Custodita de gente fera Normannica nos libera Deus regna! Repel the evil from us We altogether implore Bring thee the ruling realm We plead on bare knees To the king of glory Who pity us with true peace Soundness, hopes and strength Give us peace and harmony

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

All metrics, all measures All used for the next trials Full! Full! Candidates are looming Where the previous have fell Six cups, five mugs Four tankards to empty Fast! Fast! Afterwards try not to shake Your entire skull All metrics, all measures All filled for the next trials Full! Full! Beware don't slip On this grog-wet ground Three bottles, two jugs One keg to empty Fast! Fast! Beerzerker is chosen by a tight criteria Oh, Beerzerker come! Oh, Beerzerker come! Supreme elites of the boozer's part Vicious drainers of fine ale Display with pride an enormous paunch, Always avid for more Zealous maids run to refill Labour sweat drops show it well From the forehead to the neck They travel towards their breasts Inside this thronged hall Stands out a distinct melody Charming, loud, grotesque belches Such exquisite symphony From the start straight to the end Many laughs this night have shared With dull eyes we gaze in wonder To those who barely still stand Farewell brave beerzerkers You've endured your trials bravely We shall now rest and prepare For the next time we'll be there

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025