Beloved of the Raven God Lyrics & Tracklist by Ragnarok

STIORI VENSK AT STÆRA STOR VERK DUNU GEIRA. HALDA KANN MED HILDI HIALDR-TYR UND SIK FOLDU. HARRI SLITR I HVERRI HIARRANDA FÖT SNERRU. FALLA THAR TIL FYLLAR FIALLVARGS IÖRU THOLLAR. SKYTRAT SKÖGLAR VEDRI ENSKIALDAGI HALDASK HILDAR HLEMMIDRIFU OF HVITUM THRÖM RITAR EN I SÆFIS SVEITA AT SVERDTOGI FERDAR RYDR ALDAR VINR ODDA THAT ER IARLMEGIN SNARLA HVERR ALI BLODI BYRSTA BENS RAUDSYLGIUM YLGI NEMA SVA AT GRAMR OF GILDI GRAD DAG MARGAN VARGI. GEFR ODDVITI UNDIR EGG NYBITNAR VITNI HERR SER FENRIS FITIAR FRAMKLO LODNAR RODNA HILMIR HIALMA SKURIR HERDIR SVERDI RODNU HRIOTA HVITIR ASKAR HRYNIA BRYNIU SPANGIR. HNYKKIA HLAKKAR ELDAR HARDA SVARDAR LANDI REMMA RIMMU GLODIR RANDA GRAND OF IARLI Translation - The spear-din controller is used to carrying out great deeds. The battle-Tyr holds his land with warfare. The lord cuts Hiarrandi's clothing (mail-shirts) in every battle. Combat-firs (warriors) fall as food for the mountain wolf. Hild's storm (arrows) is shot in Skogul's wind (battle), but shields can't be held around the edge. The friend of men reddens points with the queller's-sweat (blood) at the army's sword-drawing. Such is the power of the earl. Who will feed the bloody-bristled she-wolf with the wound's red drink. The prince regularly strengthens the wolf's greed. The leader gives the watcher (wolf) wounds newly-pierced by edge. The men see Fenrir's front paws redden. The prince gives power helms'-showers with reddened swords. White ash-spears fly, mailcoats ring. Hlokk's flames (swords) cut off the hairs-land (heads), war-embers (swords) damage shields around the earl. Words from 'Hattatal' by Snorri Sturluson, c.1220

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

First ye must plough Afore ye can sow And the seed must be planted Afore it can grow. The corn must well ripen Afore we can reap And the grain must be ground Afore bread we eat... Mundilfær's kin cross the sky never meeting, they'll never turn back for the wolf jaws are gaping, they journey from east to the west, they are never escaping, they'll never change time and they'll never change Wyrd, and so do you think to re-order this life, do you think that the spoke can change it's place, locked in the wheel which is endlessly rolling forever on, and on, and on... First must be winter Afore comes the spring And the forest awaken Afore the birds sing, The summer days lengthen Afore they must wane And the harvest be gathered Afore the Samhain... Mundilfær's kin ....... So mote to be... See the old man as he pain-fully draws his last breath And wonders what wonders lurk beyond the dark veils of death; In endlessly falling he finds him self crawling again, Re-enters the circle where only the pain stays the same. Only the pain stays the same. You enter the circle again. Just as the corn yields the grain So the grain must yield corn once again... First comes the darkness Afore comes the dawn And the blood must be present Afore one was born; The child must find learning Afore he can grow Til forgetfullness withers Afore we return below... Mundilfær's kin ........ Ni fuil an sabras aðragad deað (translation - there is nothing in death but an alteration of life)

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

[on Japanese version] If fear still thy heart hold close to the fire; the harvest moon rises and burns as the pyre Mock not the ancients, invite not their curse; misfortune or mirth do they hold in their purse Samhain When Summer greets Autumn and green turns to gold, when the barn is well laden stray not from the fold, when Morrigen circles, her fortune to bring, for does death treat the beggar more lightly than king? Samhain Summer's gone, the sun is dying; Winter draws so harsh and cold; gates of Hell stand wide and open, forgotten realm of days of old; hope-fires burn caressing moonlight, tongues of flame lick the sky Within the circle of the ancients the fattened calf prepares to die The forest sleeps, awaits the Springtime; Beltaine's fire will bring new life; await the passing of the Winter; await the dawning of the new light You want to know what holds the future; you want to know of hope or fear? Beware the swords the gods are speaking, some things you may not want to hear... Choose well thy words lest folly be thine Choose well desire lest suffer in time Choose well thy thoughts be less fleeting than rain case the gods to thy bidding when they walk at Samhain Samhain Thanks to v_cantidio for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com RAGNAROK LYRICS

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026

Listen to the thunder shake the hills, Awaken not the giants who sleep so still. As the lightning through the storm, Though your hearth may be so warm, There's a fire which rages within. And the song may not waken me, And the strong may threaten me, Stood so long against the wind and rain. Where the ravens fly so high, Where the earth caress the sky, I shall climb to the ancient gods who reign. I hear the mountains call my name, Awake the hearts of those who will remain, These ancient ones will e'er reside And they call for me to enter the mountainside. Listen to their whisper in your heart, So loud it tears your mind and soul apart. To the faithfull ever clear, To the brave it brings no fear. There's a river which rages within. Though long may the journey seem, Though life may seem just a dream, And the wolves may be many in the night, When the gods ignore my cry, When my foes wish me to die, I will never give up the will to fight. I hear the mountains call my name, Awake the hearts of those who will remain, These ancient ones will e'er reside And they call for me to enter the mountainside... The mountainside...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

Kihaar!!! See my mighty army cross the land See our banner shining, and take our stand. Fight for power, our swords in the sky, All those who defy us, heed your time to die. I'm the one, here's my son, He was born, out of the sun, I'm the one, here's my son, See his heart, his time has come, So die... Watch the weaker ones flee where we ride, The mighty and the strong, they take our side, Listen to the power, it's in the air, From my bloody axe you heed your call to prayer. I'm the one..... Raise the mighty hand of doom and reach out with the sword of justice, to smite from the earth all those who dishonour the virtues of power, strength and might. Let their screams fill the air, let their lifesblood fall on the battle-scarred earth, and let my mighty legion drink the blood of all those who stand against us in defiance of our holy quest. Lords of death, I heed your call... Now take my answer... I'm the one... Only heroism can set it free All the power which in me you see, Raise your arms and heed the sound, The voice of the mighty one in the ground. I'm the one....

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

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Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

They journeyed so far o'er swans'-riding, That glimmering sound where the wave-cutters play While the sky-jewel poured gold down upon them And as Freyja's tears did dance on the waves. They sank shafts into warriors and virgins, No hedge-rider cast them an eye, For they were all born sons of Odin, And their time had not yet come to die... Fearlessness steads more than feint-heart, For a man who would put, his nose out of side For the length of our days and the time of our death Were fated long ago, afore they did ride. When the calling for them to pass Valgrind Echoed loudly round Ymir's great dome Then they laid down their weapons beside them, And entered the hills of home... But a foreign god, Came to these golden shores, Bringing misfortune and lies, Bringing our world's demise, But rise, The mound is cracked in two, Ancient ones alive, Sons of Odin ride, Never die, Ride from Valhalla's gates, Ride the wind-kites, Follow thy fates. My sire was Æsc My dam was Embla, Bathed in fire, breath of Odin. Alien god has failed. Ride... See the countless thousands Slaughtered in the name of a foreign god. Beaten, broken, burned and drowned For fabricated crimes. See the god of peace Come across the sea, Men dressed in armour, Weapons drawn in anger, Killing brothers, raping sisters, Stealing lands and forcing men To crawl to save their lives From the fires which burn And choke the winds with the stench Of singeing flesh. Oppression must breed vengeance, Sons of Odin, ride to the victory... When the ash tree is weighty with corpses, And the vebond encloses the circle one more, When the sign of the hammer is righted, And the masses praise gods who were born to these shores, When the children are proud of their father, Sons of Odin wherever they roam, Then once more we can lay down our weapons, And enter the hills of home...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

The ash tree, hung with corpses, Sacrifices to Valhalla, Black rites of ancient masses, The damned souls rot in Hel. Across the bridge, Mordgud awaits; The tree of souls stands by the river. The horned god, is this your Satan? Is this your Odin? Oh, You fools! The master of Valhalla Craves the darkness, craves the fire. Across the bridge, Mordgud awaits; The tree of souls stands by the river. By name of Odin, Baldur, Frey and Thor, We call thee, ancient ones. Come sate thy thirst In the blood of sacrifice, appease thy hunger for flesh. Grant us thy swords of burning steel, rune carved, They shall ne'er fail, Though our foes may stand tall against us, We shall not fall. We swear now, upon the blood of all our fathers, All those who went before us to sit upon the great benches of thy mead-hall, That we shall not fear, nor flee the plain, Though many friends may die, Til we too stand at the many gates of Valhalla, And drink deep of the mead of life, To ride, screaming, from the shining gates, To the Vigrid Plain, the Ragnarok. Ka!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

When Sol bathed Rind´s rival In Mardoll´s eyelash-dew, And the powers of dwarves' burden Gazed from home of the chosen few, Then the mother of the earth-ring-bane, Ygg´s first tree-clad bride, Danced gaily neath the world-hall´s flame And adders' ease betide. Yet valley-fish rest lightly, The sea-thread writhes and coils, For corpse-brand-thorns spread northway O'er Blain's skull-fetter's soils To provoke the deaths of arm-fire-heirs Of nine-wave-mothers' son. With Third's deserted wife claimed theirs Thus the Ragnarok's begun. Now Onar's only daughter Lies beaten, raped, betrayed Since Rome has waded Ægir's road, Called Vidrir's line its slaves. Yet Svolnir mourns night's broken child Who neath the elf-disc trod, On whom the all-bright wave-fire smiled, The Beloved of the Raven God. Explanation of the kennings When Sol bathed Rind´s rival [Sol = the sun. Rind is one of Odin's conquests - her rival is Jörđ, (Earth)] In Mardoll´s eyelash-dew, [Mardoll is a name for Freya, who's tears (eyelash-dew) are gold] And the powers of dwarves' burden [Gods (powers) of the sky - the sky was formed from the skull of Ymir, the primal giant, and rested on the heads of 4 dwarves] Gazed from home of the chosen few, [Valhalla - the hall of slain heroes] Then the mother of the earth-ring-bane, [Earth-ring = Jormungandr, the world serpent, who circles the earth and bites his own tail. His bane is Thor, son of Jörđ, who will slay the serpent at Ragnarok] Ygg´s first tree-clad bride, [Ygg is a name of Odin, his first wife is Jörđ] Danced gaily neath the world-hall´s flame [World hall = sky] And adders' ease betide. [Adders' ease = summer (snakes don't like winter)] Yet valley-fish rest lightly, [Valley fish = snakes] The sea-thread writhes and coils, [Sea thread = Jormungandr] For corpse-brand-thorns spread northway [Corpse brand (sword), thorns (men) ie warriors] O'er Blain's skull-fetter's soils [Blain is a name for Ymir, his skull = the sky, whose fetters are the gods] To provoke the deaths of arm-fire-heirs [Arm fire = gold arm rings, their heirs = descendants] Of nine-wave-mothers' son. [Heimdall - who was born of the 9 daughters of the sea giant Ægir, and is the father of the 3 classes of men] With Third's deserted wife claimed theirs [Third is yet another name for Odin] Thus the Ragnarok's begun. Now Ónar's only daughter [Ónar is the father of Jörđ] Lies beaten, raped, betrayed Since Rome has waded Ægir's road, [Ægir - the sea giant, his road = the sea] Called Vidrir's line its slaves. [Vidrir is another name for Odin] Yet Svolnir mourns night's broken child [Svolnir is yet another name for Odin, Nott (night) is the mother of Jörđ] Who neath the elfdisc trod, [Elf-disc = the sun] On whom the all-bright wave-fire smiled, [Wave fire is also the sun] The Beloved of the Raven God. [The Raven God is Odin, his beloved, Jörđ, the Earth]

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026

Beloved of the Raven God

1 - Til Valhallar

2 - Ni Fuil An Sabras Athragad Death

3 - Samhain

4 - I Hear the Mountain

5 - Legion of Death

6 - Hlidskjalf

7 - Sons of Odin

8 - The Ash Tree

9 - Beloved of the Raven God