Wolf-Father

Music by Teloch Lyrics by trad. Edda, translated: H. A. Bellows, adapt. Cpt. Estrella Grasa Youth o youth Of whom then youth Are you born Say whose son you are Who in Fafnir's blood Your bright blade reddened And struck your sword to my heart The noble hart my name And i go A motherless man abroad Father i had not and lonely ever i live If thou mightest grow your friends among One might see you fiercely fight But bound thou art and in battle taken Who drove you on Why were you driven My life to make me lose Though your name on the day of my death you hide You know that you do lie

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Music by Teloch Lyrics by trad. Edda, translated: H. A. Bellows, adapt. Cpt. Estrella Grasa Once were the gods together met The goddesses came and council held And the far-famed ones The truth would find why baleful dreams To Baldr came Then Othin rose the enchanter old Thence rode he down to Niflhel deep And the hound he met that came from hell Bloody he was on his breast before At the father of magic he howled from afar Forward rode Othin the earth resounded Till the house so high of Hel he reached Then Othin rode to the eastern door There he knew well was the wise-woman's grave Magic he spoke and mighty charms Till spell-bound she rose and in death she spoke What is the man to me unknown That has made me travel the troublous road I was snowed on with snow and smitten with rain And drenched with dew long was i dead Speak thou of hell for of heaven i know For whom are the benches Bright with rings Bedecked with gold Here for Baldr the mead is brewed There is a shining drink and a shield lies o'er it And their hope is gone from the mighty gods Wise-woman cease not i seek from thee All to know that fain would ask Who shall the bane of Baldr become And steal the life from Othin's son Hoth thither bears the far-famed branch He shall the bane of Baldr become And steal the life from Othin's son Wise-woman cease not i seek from thee All to know that fain would ask Who shall vengeance win for the evil work Or bring to the flames the slayer of Baldr Rind bears Vali in Vestrsalir And one night old fights Othins son His hands he shall wash not His hair he shall comb not Till the slayer of Baldr he brings to the flames

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Music by Teloch Lyrics by trad. Edda, translated: H. A. Bellows, adapt. Cpt. Estrella Grasa What is the fish that runs in the flood And itself from ill cannot save If thy head thou wouldst from hell redeem Find me the water's flame If thou seekest still To live in the land of men What payment is set for the sons Of men who war with lying words That one to another utters Now shall the gold bring their death To brothers twain And evil be For a maid shall kinsmen clash Heroes unborn thereby shall be I deem To hatred doomed The gold so red shall i rule So long as i shall live Nought of fear for thy threats i feel Gifts ye gave but ye gave not kindly Gave not with hearts that were whole Your lives ere this should ye all have lost

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Music by Blargh Lyrics by trad. Edda, translated: H. A. Bellows, adapt. Cpt. Estrella Grasa Of old was the age when Ymir lived Sea nor cool waves nor sand there were Earth had not been nor heaven above But a yawning gap and grass nowhere I remember yet the giants of Yore Who gave me bread in the days gone by Nine worlds i knew the nine in the tree Hidden deep beneath the mold Then sought the gods Their assembly-seats The holy ones Then council held and names they gave To the noon and twilight Then Bur's sons lifted the level land Mithgarth the mighty there they made Hearing i ask From the holy races From Heimdall's sons High and low

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Music by Teloch Lyrics by trad. Edda, translated: H. A. Bellows, adapt. Cpt. Estrella Grasa The mountain-dweller sat merry as boyhood Like a blinded man he seemed The son of Ygg gazed in his eyes For the gods a feast shalt thou forthwith get Word-wielder toil for the giant worked And so revenge on the gods he sought The far-famed ones could find it not And the holy gods could get it nowhere There dwells to the east of Elivagar Hymir the wise as the end of heaven Forward that day with speed thay fared From Asgarth came they to Egil's home Goats with horns bedecked he guarded They sped to the hall where Hymir dwelt But the other fair with gold came forth Eight fell from the ledge and one alone The hard-hammered kettle of all was whole Forth came they then and his foes he sought The giant old Much sorrow his heart foretold when he saw The giantess' foeman come forth on the floor Then of the steers did they bring in three Their flesh to boil By a head was each the shorter hewed And the beasts to the fire straight they bore From the beast the slayer of giants broke The fortress high of his double horns

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Music by Blargh Lyrics by trad. Edda, translated: H. A. Bellows, adapt. Cpt. Estrella Grasa Talk of weapons and might in war You are swollen with pride Bale and hatred i bring for you O sons of the glorious gods Ithun you are of women most lustful in love Since thy washed-bright arms did wind about Your brothers slayer Ægir No such feast shall you make no more Over all you have which is here within Shall play the flickering flame Though on the rocks the gods bind me With bowels torn Forth from my frost-cold son I was first and last I mix their mead with venom I Wolf-Father

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025