Immortality

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On that day flowed the river of blood In groans tearing skies hope was dying Every drop of this flood took it away into mud Cold earth was crying On that day the river of blood was flowing On that day heroes were born their power was growing Black chains on my hands are pulling down to earth My blades are captured Alas I wish I fell like my brothers but cruel fate With out demur dictates I hate to live on Alone Quick as lighting my appeal will dash off Night feel my will With pain call to arm Will pierce the mind Again their anger will shudder earth None will flee They will rise to follow the call to fight But now at night I can hear hopeful voice She calls to me My fate is not to be with thee The first sun beam I hear the rustle you approach I never thought I could so close feel your embrace Thud of hoofs clink of blades storm of arrows All as one That was price for their death Heroes are not to be forgot On that day flowed the river of blood Honor outraged was restored

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Cold is my yell As cold as sites of ancient fires Like hell My mind is burning with recollections of great days My spirit's just the fierce force of northern gales It seeks to break away like hell The flame within my soul is flaring up again There's no more doubt in my heart no chains Strength is my nature firm will to win has been collected I feel approach of last and fatal battle The sky is lightened with queer crimson dashes I will pour out my hate and threaten My foes my wrath my hate will turn them into ashes The shadows gather round and Fill my soul with gloom They never would compound So I accept my doom

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Will crimson turn with blood by night The fields that early-dew has purified The song of battle horn is spreading far And makes the foes flash creep We'll fight Fixed on the horde are the eyes Blinded by mist of revenge With sunrise With the virgin sun-beam Our ancient war-call will revive We'll survive In pale moonlight I remembered my days And listened hard to winds in leafage at night Talking to Gods Who were looking forward to break of the dawn Here comes the first ray Reflected in armors and chain Rune inscribed by my hand To heaven of heaven flies Quenching thirst of their blades To Valhalla fighting through it waits Men of honor last and great They stood up to their fate Revived by the battle is fading the light The sward will cut off your war-call from night You did know you will be killed And fall victim it fate Yet never turned back from your from way of might The beam's on thy snow white wings You've come before I've sunk in oblivion Epistle of heaven you're In mist of great sorrow Jaws of the beast have been stained with your blood Blades had been singing in swallowing fight Into weeping of wolves the groaning will slowly change Fires will be made to honor Revenge

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Endless days he spend in vain attempts to find his calling With the gaze that night absorbed Yet Like mournful soul hope that was killed was lost forever Was cradled was consoled by blackness Will heal never Tormenting wound that bears for ages my damnation Is being in heaven mourned in deep distress by angels Mighty Father help my to find my self So that I could see my predestination Torn to pieces, destroyed is his perception Hope is gone but he tries to find salvation The light of absolution hidden by the scales Of sufferings from his eyes shone warming his tired soul Exhausted by everlasting wanderings Blood did not warm the cold stone against my hope Search for fate was cut by death

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Majestic and unconquered you appear to my eye You've kept the pride of olden days My mind is taken back when I touch you And I can hear great seas moaning Cut asunder by your power In deadly dance of fire To the lost coasts You were taking the unconquered ancient times And though my sun of glory set Nobody ever shall forget The terror of my name And oft shall ancient heroes rise New planets in these northern skies Through clouds of blood and flame The Moon blesses your grand shape with light Fierce winds will fill your weaved dress anew You wake up to the Gods' call Ready for the last march Oh I yearn for your touch

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025