...from the Celtiberian Woods
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Forgotten kingdoms Under the ashes of a kingdom the antichristian flame burns. We are the knights of darkness, the hate that we keep in our hearts... Will be the sign of our retaliation My soul remembers the pain of those warriors that died fighting for their gods against the false Christian faith. The moon is dark and the forest, our hut, where the elements and darkness join up. (remains of those forgotten kingdoms). The large branches of the great holy tree sieve over us. Now we are united, we will heard the antichristian call, resounding as the song of the night spirits, now we keep together: arm with arm, fire with fire
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025
The Great Celtiberia This is the land. - The land of our ancestors. The fire of our hearts... - The great Celtiberia. Another were the glorious times of the pagan splendour. Two great villages: the mighty Celtics and the sage Iberians. Swords and shields united with the same finality... To defend their territory of the invader. At the heart of the forest the pagan men congregate. The union of clans will be the sign of fraternity reverence and union of the clans. A great kingdom is borned of Celtics and Iberians. The great Celtiberia is borned of two great villages. We'll guard from our fortified Castro’s, in the high up of the watch tower. The concord will prevail, the accord will determine at the holy Tesera’s. We'll guide us under the sky and stars, preserving the cult to the millenary idols. Woods and mountains will be our hut, none culture will be stronger than ours. We are la Téne's sons when the new race forged. We are in carry of the banner of hate which will endure for ever and ever. Our race doesn't set back. Death better to fall in the invader's presence. This is the land. - The land of our ancestors. The fire of our hearts... - The great Celtiberia.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025
Funeral Pyre The forest reveals before my eyes. The pain invades my body. I feel the fire signs. Mother earth! My blood was offered to you.. And now I come to the forest, to offer the life who gave it me. We were the elected, to guide our kingdom, carrying to the new lands. The pagan fire. Shadows in the forest... Are the ravens. Fire in the sky... Is the sign. I fell the silent death, but it doesn’t humiliate me, and full of pride... I fall exhausted. The pagan fire carriers my soul and my possessions. My sword and my shield carry me to the eternity. My body is offered in this funeral pyre. The gods are with me in this funeral pyre.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025
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Raven's Fly-Black Horizons Feeling vengeance and hate... We think of last times. No one never could see an army as mighty as the ours. For centuries, they ruled with their false authority... Now we have the chance to end with them and to implant our empire. Dark clouds cover the sky where we are, and the nerves gradually hold down our bodies. We long for cut the enemy's necks with these swords. We are windward and we can heard the movement of their troops. A file of ravens accompany us from the departure, and we feel stronger with this. The four elements guide us in the path while the wolves wait in the mountains. The berserk we put in front of the troops. Brave, as no men, without our help we can't defeat. We will be the first in attack for get weak to their men. It's the time to fight... Thousands of bodies fall quickly. We are convinced of the victory, for this, few of our men die, and the men that die, do it with pride and honour. This plain will cover of graves announcing our triumph. This plain will be proof of the change of empire. After the battle, the landscape, that be left, is devastator. Our wounded will recover and the dead’s will be move to our lands, so that the peasants can acclaim them as real heroes. Then the heads of the enemies will be hang at our homes as trophies. Finally we have liberated to our lands, later generations will thank it to us. Raven's Fly-Black Horizons
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025
Forest Of Souls In The Wolf's Land. The long wait is over and now expect the battle. The weapons were forged with our ancestral hate. The union of the lands will give back the ancient laws to the kingdom. The traditions will recover and we'll expel to the invaders. Following the wolf's steps, confidently we go to the battle. In the battlefield the rite will be complete. And our soul will obtain eternal power, for conquer the wolf's land and drain their blood. We are the legions of darkness so we haven't fear, to the Christian god and the traitors. We'll magnificent to our beloved Celtiberia, spreading our culture until death. The unity is the only way towards the victory, Thousands of swords will pierce the chest of the Christians. And thousands of shields will protect to our rough territory. We go blind by the rage berserk, we enter in the battle. The devastator power of our souls, will unleash our innermost beast, and the invader's hegemony, will fall by means of the edge of iron. Our hearts pump brimming blood off hate. And our bodies will be the seed, which, fed by our blood, will give rise to oak grove. Every oak tree will contain the soul of a dead warrior, and the forest will symbolise the eternal union of these souls. Faithful nature! As faithful as we before hers. She will go with us in the final tour, Being our single companion
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025
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