Kven

The three-headed eagle is watching thy path He knows of thy fury, he knows of thy wrath He knows of thy courage, aware of thy strife He knows of thy flaw in thy gluttonous life The tundra doth leave on its children a mark The cold hath no mercy, the nights are dark The hunger is growing forever within Into ravenous anger that lurks in the grin Show thy lethal claw Thy ferocious paw When survival of the fiercest is the only law Drag thy frozen meat, Through the bloody sleet And forever be a stranger to retreat blóðugr hungr (bloody hunger) Ahma (Finnish) Jarfr (Old Norse) Erafaz (Proto-Norse) By glittering bloodstains in bleak morning sun The life of thy victim hath come undone Like branches in snowfall, a backbone doth break And the spoils of thy battle be thine to take Show thy lethal claw Thy ferocious paw When survival of the fiercest is the only law Drag thy frozen meat, Through the bloody sleet And forever be a stranger to retreat Pave thy warlike way Live another day Steal thy life-blood from the carcass of thy bleeding prey Under starlit skies Where the northlight flies The relentless hunter lives the way he dies

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

See the idle arrow That lingers on the string The swift bringer of downfall unto Beast and peasant, Earl and King The archer knows the language Of any beast of prey A poet of the arcane Who doth rhyme devoid of words to say A hornbow for the hunter Of scythian descent The recurve doth reflect the carmine Glowing of the mooon cresent The blood of our tribe Is bound to blood and war Today, Tomorrow, coming years As well as in the days of yore I am the last of the Dragonriders From the snow-mounds of Jotunheim By the will of the great decider My bow is my claim to fame Here are legends in the making And the gryphon guard the flame My fate is for the taking And Odin knows my name Atland dissapeared Taken by the sea And vanished with the sun-god To the oceans of eternity The hounds of holy bridget Came smiling at first But soon the face of greed displayed The sanctity of blood-thirst A glimpse into the future Is an echo from the past A lesson learned in great pain But alas forgotten twice as fast People change their values Kinsmen doth betray But the bloodline is forever bound To drop upon the thick of the fray I am the last of the Dragonriders From the snowmounds of Jotunheim By the will of the great decider My bow is my claim to fame Here are legends in the making And the gryphon guard the flame My fate is for the taking And Odin knows my name I'll see my bane before me Upon the last of the dragonships And I shall die in the waves of glory With my bow in an iron grip Like the oceans raging fury Shall my final arrow slip And my ending shall be gory With Odin's name on my lips I am the last of the Dragonriders From the snowmounds of Jotunheim By the will of the great decider My bow is my claim to fame Here are legends in the making And the gryphon guard the flame My fate is for the taking And Odin knows my name

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Once we were outcasts, shunned from our land But we trusted in Odin and the swords in our hand We left our home and our heir; and shall never return But up on our journey, we saw both memories and villages burn The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards! The ground of Germania did shake at our feet The Heruli faced us, we gave the defeat Hurt of a suffering wounds are of arrow and flame But still we conquer the Legions of Rome and left awe back with our name The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards! Together as brothers, through decades of war We have each other and thus we and yore Forever our teach shall remain in the scrolls of the scribes The voyage of Ibor and Aio, the kings of the Winnili tribe The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards! The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings... Kneel to the kings... Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Einherjr Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Einherjr A loaded clean assault carbine Is the one way ticket to the afterlife A .308 decides my fate The closure of a warriors strife Never backing down, standing 'til the final round For the honour I defend Take the raven flag and burn it as my body bag When my life comes to its end When my time has come I vow and swear I will go to Valhalla in combat gear I'll take my place in Odin's hall Let me fly to Asgaard when I fall Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Einherjr Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Einherjr Some are not prepared, some are living scared Condemning those who conquer fear But the price of free society Is paid by Odin's blood wet spear Where brass meet bone, where all men are on their own Only seconds from facing their maker Where the wargod reigns, in the hellfire and the pain Granting work to the undertaker When my time has come I vow and swear I will go to Valhalla in combat gear I'll take my place in Odin's hall Let me fly to Asgaard when I fall When my time has come I vow and swear I will go to Valhalla in combat gear I'll take my place in Odin's hall Let me fly to Asgaard when I fall Under raven banner and a burning sky Where the bullets and the Valkyries fly Let me hear the ravens cry Odin take me when I die Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Einherjr Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Einherjr

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Huntsmen, ye of faith and pride Upon this day we shall ride Over fields and mountainsides For horns, for meat and hides Let the hunting falcon soar Tread where none have gone before Where owl's howl and bears doth roar To chase the ox and boar By the glittering morning dew May thy aim be true Blood for Odin, in the glen Soon we shall hunt again Diffrent game awaits us then We shall hunt for heads of men Traitor-necks and traitor-lives Their blood upon our knives Today we hunt Today we kill Today we feast Of the flesh of the beast If tomorrow brings our death Today we still draw breath

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Low the hunter of northeast realm, tooth for totem and beast for helm Descendants of the last neantherthal, climed our fathers the cliffs of the mountain of oral Their blades were bronze and long and never dull, bound for hides and for the taking of skulls Through the centuries we have endured on the path of the hunter that perpare us for war We take thropies of the dead, so be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the king announced With sidian recurves up on dragon wings the red haired asked brought the line of kings Salmation mother nurtured royal blood and in kayno the children ascended to gods We take thropies of the dead, so be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the king announced We take thropies of the dead, so be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the king announced We take thropies of the dead, so be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the king announced

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The signs are plain to see, I know what fate doth await The dawning of a time of darkness, grievance, fire and hate The time of idle watching is long over due I hark and hear the Gjallarhorn, and know what I must do Aegishjalmur the helm of awe Aegishjalmur and the wolverine claw The bones are cast, the bearded axe is hurled Aegishjalmur to lead the way A new time cometh, and I shall display The mighty helm of terror to the world I feel the touch of fate, the Agathursir draw I sense the power within the grasp of the hawk's claw The sting of insight hurts, I comprehend the price My life be forfeit now, it is my sacrifice Aegishjalmur the helm of awe Aegishjalmur and the wolverine claw The bones are cast, the bearded axe is hurled Aegishjalmur to lead the way A new time cometh, and I shall display The mighty helm of terror to the world

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Ginugahelija hagala wiju bi gaia (I invoke hail into this spear) The shaft of this spear has been marked with runes To invoke a raging storm of hail It is marked with the sign of the Sun and the Moon And shall grant us the force to prevail I am Erilaz, War-Chief of Gothic blood And I chant to cleanse my tribe of fear For in honor of Wotan the Warrior God I hurle the the chieftains spear I bid thee Wotan recieve the souls Of my valiant tribesmen slain Where the iron meet bone and where heads doth roll And the fire-arrows rain Keep thy watchful eye of the brethren of mine And let victory adorn our fate For my life is thine, and my spear is thine As judgement doth await I summon death I summon fire I summon Tiwaz for his ire Let the jangle of the scramsax be the only sound I hear I summon hail I summon thunder Until our foe is torn asunder Ek Erilaz, muha haite- the one who throws the spear I were no armor upon my chest Nor do I hide behind a shield For Wotan watches from the highest crest Upon this battle-field I shall slay and burn and slay again Until the burning of Rome I fear not death, I fear not pain I am already home

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Faravid Faravid, our nation doth bleed Chieftain return it is guidance we need Faravid Faravid, by the warriors creed Lead us to glory King Faravid Darkness descended like black raven wings From the far north to Helsingja sea Upon the graves of our gods and our kings Gathers the enemy Under a bloodred and threatening sky Hope shall arrive from the north The festering vermin shall suffer and die As the warrior king lead us forth Behold how weakness and hopelessness grooms Within the hearts of brave men Faravid Faravid, our nation doth bleed Chieftain return it is guidance we need Faravid Faravid, by the warriors creed Lead us to glory King Faravid Hark all ye huntsmen, the ancient horns blow The opening act shall be grand Again shall our arrows and blood paint the snow From Holmgaard to Halogiland Lead us to battle, to glory and doom Our king shall be with us again Faravid Faravid, our nation doth bleed Chieftain return it is guidance we need Faravid Faravid, by the warriors creed Lead us to glory King Faravid Faravid Faravid, our nation doth bleed Chieftain return it is guidance we need Faravid Faravid, by the gods hark and heed Lead us to glory King Faravid

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

A rider cometh from the East Holding fast a spear He rides upon a mighty beast His heart does not know fear Etunahaimar awaits His anger and his wrath The One-Eyed War-King bringeth fate And corpses paint its path Bring the head of horses Father of the wolf at sea The runes of ancient forces Thine for all eternity In eiwins In eiwins In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins ajukduth In eiwins In eiwins In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins Wide-Wuth Thiudans, Harjis, Guth Upon his shoulders sit and sway A gleeful raven pair As pitch black as his birds of prey As bloodred is his hair Two wolves walk upon his side Ravenous and grim They follow where their master ride For they are bound to him Bring the head of horses Father of the wolf at sea The runes of ancient forces Thine for all eternity In eiwins In eiwins In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins ajukduth In eiwins In eiwins In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins Wide-Wuth Thiudans, Harjis, Guth Atta Wide-Wuth Xsaya Wide-Wuth Hliusan þeins liuth Thiudans Wide-Wuth Hippotoxotai Ahrwazna af wai Ufar dar-e-alan Þu ufarskadwian Atta Wide-Wuth Xsaya Wide-Wuth Hliusan þeins liuth Thiudans Wide-Wuth Hippotoxotai Ahrwazna af wai Ufar dar-e-alan Þu ufarskadwian Bring the head of horses Father of the wolf at sea The runes of ancient forces Thine for all eternity In eiwins In eiwins In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins ajukduth In eiwins In eiwins In eiwins Wide-Wuth In eiwins Wide-Wuth Thiudans, Harjis, Guth

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

May the light of seven stars ever shine upon thy way May you never stray too far from Helsingja bay May the sight of blood and iron Through the smoke of sacrifice Ever soar and touch the Welkins Until Gaelics sons may rise Until Gaelics sons may rise May the enchanted northern lights ever dance upon your skies May the longest, coldest night bring the light to your eyes Light the beacon, light the bonfire, let the carnyx sound anew For the spirit of the Viking-Celtic heir of old Kainuu Heir of old Kainuu May the skulls of our foes become horns for our mead Like the sap of birches flow, our enemies shall bleed Let the old ways live and prosper in the hearts of our young Let the songs alas forgotten, no longer rest unsung No longer rest unsung

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

The day of vengeance cometh, the day of wrath draws nigh The spirit that was broken did not die A life for every taken life, a tongue for every lie One eye for every tear we ever cried I yearn to see the pyres, one hundred ells up high Where corpses stacked doth smoke like burning rye I long to hear the sound of arrows, in my dreams I see them fly Like hail of judgement raining from the sky I call everyone, of Fornjotr's sons To join in the march of the Kven With King Nóri's wrath We pave our path And Kvenland shall rise again Kvenland shall rise again I linger and I bide my time, I wait and watch and hark Charles' wain is the beacon in the dark The Gods of Yore are watching those who bear the ancient mark The bonfires are awaiting the spark I call everyone, of Fornjotr's sons To join in the march of the Kven With King Nóri's wrath We pave our path And Kvenland shall rise again Kvenland shall rise again Fornjotr's sons Stand, do not run We're facing the fate of the Kven With King Nóri's wrath We pave our path And Kvenland shall rise again Kvenland shall rise again

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025