Хладавзор
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Between life and death By the timeless of nights Coldness of Void Eye From the edge of Heims To the Winters of Birth Of winged winds that from The predatory of expanses Where Darkness stagger In ice misty blazing Of Wyrm circles of Ten-Headed Evighet Ability to gaze Through calm of senses Ability to inhale Through vacuum of abyss Ability to rise From the flame of downfall Ability to take away By the will of decision In swing of Hammer Effort of Path In Hammerstrike Aim of Achievement In Arsakerkrig Kraft of Allhersk In Fjernetkrig BloodStorm of lost ones And untamed is this abyss greed Flame of these bottomless eyes Won’t be beseeched by tears of grief In fangs of steel Blood is boiling, burning Blind wolfpack Won’t stop to run Onto the forgiveness
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Wild Slektning of Sails Wild Slektning of Sails Never restrain the Breath Onslaught Throwing again onto the Cliffs Whirling crests of Storm Tides Of Midgard-girding Jormundgang Domain Strain the Canvas of Threads, Don’t let them sing Don’t let the Hands blood drain Till the elements wildness shalt groan Before the onslaught of Varg For promised shores Grasp of Steel Razor the Breast of Tides Throwing onwards The Torrent of Doom Ornamenting the Sang With neverending flight of Ravens Whose bloody feast of Begeistring Ahead… HEILS! Where the Land of Night Shadow Gaze Of Winged Void Is insensible and cold Fierce Wolfpack Shalt benight the dim verge of Heims Ripping the calm In bleak glitter of blades From the shade of death Ornamenting the Sang With neverending flight of Ravens We are all united Verges of all distances are revealed Bleeding… Until alive
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Through the tone of strained strings Frost Voice Frost Hall Drink from the veins of life, The One Who thirst the Gates Rip from breast of Breath, The One Who chase the BLIKKAVKALD Pain procreate the Motion in Evighet Froth of Fangs Steel of Fangs Mutilate not in vain Burning through the Cold Of Heimsmorking Not melting it Unburied Meaning of Aeons Be drunk by heartbeats That united are in crushed breast Not in vain By the Path of Mjollnir… Storm breathing, flowing in Tides of Night splashing at the Gates Pain won’t be transient Strength don’t need NO prayers for heal Hope - is Action And Will - is Fierce Rapacious Thirsty Greedy ENEMY of repentance
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026