Fateweaver

Firstborn of godheims hall Where the sapling now old spreads high In monument to the shrouded fate of gods Urdabrunnr Feed to the roots, that spreads through out the void The white waters of urd Thou of ancient blood The most gracious of whores, queens, virgins and crones Thy tender touch dispel all fear Silver mirror Let thee gaze through the unknown, present and past May wisdom guide thy hand Let me drink from thy waters That feed the roots Fateweaver Valkyrian deathwing Guide the glorious dead Fatewеaver Rise now, crones of arcanе creed From thy well of wisdom Weave the tapestry of life With the threads of fate Spread thy wings high Guide the fallen brave spirits to new fields of war Bring forth the judgment storm Einherjer Battle hardened souls, vigridr calls Fall to the burning hordes Cut the thread, the cosmic soul Unleash the fimbulwinter Watch the tapestries dissolve The beginning of the end Let me gaze through the unknown O crones of the north

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026