Strange Rumours... Distant Tremors

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Achtfacher Hufschlag wenn Sturmes Saat erkeimt Es rasen Fraß und Gier in toller Jagd verient Und Schlachtfalken stoben vom Wolkenturm herab Bring Feuer in mein Dunkel - in mein Ginungagap! Im Brodern Borrs verbogen am Grenzwall jener Welt Fernab vom weißen Blendern, mit denen Midgard fallt Errichte ich ein Bollwerk, fur nun und alle Zeit Mein Horg wird niemals weichen - vor Feindeshand gefeit Stahlwolf zieht die Furchen, sat Groll und heil zugleich Formt Stabe, den zu holen, der harrt im Andersreich Mein Leib sei dein Acker, bestelle ihn mit Blut Die Ernte ist gekommen! Entfache deine Wut! Und kaum dass mein Opfer das Ritzwerk befleckt, Mein Harmtau zum Julmond die Rachgier erweckt, Rollt donnernd und bebend Drohnen heran Die Heermacht der Toten - Herjan voran!!! Knie vor Herjan - dem Schlachtenlenker Knie vor Herjan - dem Freitodlord Knie vor Herjan - dem Eigenhenker Knie vor Herjan - der Tat, dem Wort Knie vor Herjan - dem All-Erbauer Knie vor Herjan - dem Asenherrn Knie vor Herjan - dem Weltenschauer Und finde ihn im eignen Kern! ...und Gungir zieht uber den Hauptern hinfort So beugen wir uns Heervaters Macht Von nun an soll brennen in unsren Seelen ein Wort: "Ragnarok", die finale Schlacht!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

[THE TRAVELLER:] "Harken, o'kinsmen what I have to tell The marsh realm is suffering from sinister spell Come gather around the ember so bright And listen to what has happened that night Unknown paths to areas unseen Surrounded by twilight, at heart kind of keen Through tendrils like claws I made my way Deities besides me tempting to stray As I roamed through these woods of old I felt there was something grim to unfold..." [TROLL CHIEFTAIN:] Forlorn mortal now listen to my vow An oath I swear as thy oldest foe Just before the next full moon rise We'll celebrate thy tribe's demise For too long we've avoided a war But now we'll start it with barbaric roar Fear the fall of the forthcoming night Its end will be thy end alike! [TROLL WARLORD:] O' powerful seer grant me thy charm The rage of a bear that no one could harm Ancient idols awake! For I offer thee blood Mortal lives I will take and drown them in mud! With the sunset at the edge of the heel-stone Let us summon by the marshland border For the war god's watching from his wood-throne Thus we will obey this final order [TROLL BERSERK:] Horror is mine... Bones I grind The skull of thine... They won't find In my lair... My hidden cave Thy despair! My home - thy grave! Blood gush I source - Bloodshed I force [THE TRAVELLER:] "The only reason they left me alive Is to announce that (at last) no one will survive Beware of the shapes that in twilight creep Grim omens that tell us we're (already) in too deep..."

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Aus der Ferne hallen die Geruchte Schemenhaft durchs Nebelheim All das Grauen, die Berichte Nahren Eurer Angste Keim Lasst den letzen Humpen kreisen Hoch die Horner - au der Sieg! Met soll unsren Geist beflugeln Eh' wir ziehen in den Krieg Meine Bruder, meine Krieger Kommt heran zur Heeresschau Spitz die Dornen, blank die Schneiden Pruft nur alles ganz genau Zaumt die Wolfe, schirrt die Keiler Mit der Damm'rung fall'n wir ein Und noch eh' der Morgen naht Soll keiner mehr am Leben sein! Lasst den letzen Humpen kreisen Hoch die Horner - au der Sieg! Met soll unsren Geist beflugeln Eh' wir ziehen in den Krieg Lasst uns trinken auf die Thursen - Heil sei Thrym und Surt zugleich Lasst uns fluchten auf die Menschheit - Treibt sie aus dem Jotenreich! Jagt zuruck "ihn" in die Wuste, seine Schergen hinterdrein Seine Lehren, seine Lugen soll'n alsbald vergessen sein!!!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

I fjärran fladdra en eld Ett ensam sken i hemsk myr Vid tjärnen sitter han Betrakter månes silverglans Som speglar sig i mörka vatten När tiden vissnar Före tiden han levde redan Bakom tiden han stiger nedan Vad ska det bli av honom När tiden vissnar Hans ärrig ansikte flinar bister Rå och vresig väntar han Med ögon så dyster Och väntar tyst till undergång Före tiden han levde redan Bakom tiden han stiger nedan

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

As I touched the soil I felt they taught me to feel And as I watched the sun I saw what they taught me to see And as I smelled the air I smelled what they taught me to smell But as I swallowed the lake I felt nothing for these was nothing they taught me I don't belong to where I come from With veins like roots reaching no water I judge myself for being victim I curse them for what they have taught me I blame the gods for not intervening I curse myself for judging the gods I'm not bound to the hammer I don't need a shepherd What I need is spittle From the serpent As long as I've pulled the plough upon frozen soil I was tormented by feelings of senselessness Now with the ravens' arise - this is my harvest!!! I see the boiling blood-fountains out of a reawakening earth! May my muscles be ashes To become one with the soil May my excusing body Fertilize the future grounds

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Drakkar From the northcoast - heading southwards Like a greedy wolfpack Shores Unsuspecting - approaching longboats Out of the dim Stormwhips (And) every rowpull - urges us nearer On our brutal journey Ægir! Lead our plunder - calm the ocean Let us take the stormlead Strandhagg! Raging pagans - devastation! Begging monks around us Assault Inflammation - false believers All their prayers grew silent Odin! One-eyed warlord - our master Bless our sacrifice Norsemen That we were - that we are And that we'll always be Windlord! Tread our sails! Guide our trails... to fearful shores Warlord! Bless our blades! Grant us grades... in thy hall up high Strandhagg is beginning of the end

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

No gale could make us frown At heart we're valiant No force could hunt us down In times so malignant Lead by naval sub storms in the rough, raging sea Our hearts and our souls are bound to its force And where death can be caused by one single false step We see both life and death dwell from ONE source Our nature is savage as the waves that we ride And the moments of calm - they are few So we make our way guided by tide 'til our mortal existence will be through Let there be hundreds of longboats Flood from the fjords and the pagan shores Until Ægir's streams are ours again Our storm of revenge knows no remorse Let there be thousands of kinsmen Underneath Valfather's flag Deluge the cross-shaded coasts There will be no turning back!!! There will be no mercy for shores that we reach We scoff at the weakness your clergymen preach

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Now we're leaving open sea towards the western shores Heading for the Scottish coast Through the whipping Smirr our Drakkar urging forth A distant shore lies in front of us so restfully Occupied by those who beg Pull the oars my fellows, the beach is just ahead! Row, brothers, row for the spoil's already near Fast, brothers, fast, there's a lot for us to tear! Cloaked by fog we're getting closer to the beach Then our bows roll on the banks A single moment - then all hell is breaking loose! Soft as the weather is the way they're defending Instead of fighting as men of worth They're falling on their knees, but their end is now impending Row, brothers, row for the spoil's already near Fast, brothers, fast, there's a lot for us to tear! It's the age of the axe, sword & spear Teach the occident what is fear It's the dawn of the wolf in man It is time for the cross to ban Slay these foreign parasites They are prey for sacrifice Let the age of Herjan rise! "And when I set my foot into thy disgraced kingdom Be sure my wrath will last for ages Without mercy, without grace I will write Thy chronicles most bloody pages"

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

[Bonus Track] I natten, i morket vi krypa Pl hosten vi resa ur dimma I skogens skuggor vi spokar Vi legger i fejd med Krist Vlrt riket ar kryptan av grundval Frln kyrka till kyrka vi dvar Mordbrand... Dommedag!!! Vi(som) dolja anletet med lader Klottrade med svart och vitt Tovor som piskar genom tystnad Som vargar bli vi rasande Vi kanna ingen aangest - vi frykta ingen dod Vi ar sl elaka och vilda Svart i hjarta och sjal SvartMetall!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025