Hyperborea
I know a land Deep in the north A place for men of iron Darkness and light Power and might The inner conflict solved as a circle An ancient rice of supernatural sight Into a spiritual worlds disguising miracle Of death and of life Of eternal strife For strength and wisdom And for to survive And trough fire and ice they were formed, Through a life that was a struggle... Supernal Infernal Internal arising While the south is disguising The nordic titans stood strong and proud The voice of winter The voice of woods The voice of a land, Where snow and ice are never gone In ancient times In the ancient empire In the time as snow covered the hyperboream soil
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Crystal clear, white and pure, too thick to see soil. Eternal shining majesty, the weakness shall recoil. (...) Mother northland, icelike entity, your children will prevail. Predictor of the rising age, your order shall unveil. Unvaried since a thousand years, unvarnished shining entity. Unvanquished is your seed, unvanquished is your purity. Unvanquished is your seed, unvanquished is your purity and unvanquished is your folk. If one day your end will come, we shall die by your side. While others die by decrepitness, we will die in fight. We'll cure the world or die of it. The fate will guide the aim. But when we drown, before the silence comes, the world will tremble, quake and cry. But when we drown, before the silence comes, the world will know its blame. Unvarnished shining entity, your landscapes so supernal. Even if they murder us all, your spirit lives eternal! The flesh may die. The ice may melt. The spirit lives eternal.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Opened the portals to the worlld beyond Emerging from the shadows The wind carries their whispering Echoes from days of old As the summer leaves And life fades away The spirit of the dead Awaits to return Autumn fires are burning To light their ways Sacred this night is When boundaries of life and death disappear When the dead leave their realm To touch the world of mortals For some of us to hear When the dead leave their realm To touch the world of mortals For some of us to see When the dead leave their realm To touch the world of mortals Just a few will understand Let the fires burn bright To guard their ways Closing the circle of life and death This night belongs to the dead...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025