Seven Bloodied Ramparts

Welcome the rider, from the forests of the dead, where a burning wheel is carved upon a stone. Watching the seamen, haul upon the oars, on their journey to bring the fallen home Benches are empty, among the bearded men, those who met ill fortune on the way. On sansdstone the Valknot, a symbol of their oath, to plant their feet where others would not stay Welcome the rider, from the forests of the slain, he's earned his cup, now let him drink it down. Hail the rider, for in the place where mortals dwell, is left behind a tale of his renown

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Raising the wind Calling the crows Picking the flesh... From my bones Stirring the broth Drinking the juice Feeling the chill The ride into hel Up in the tree Tying the noose Dripping with sweat Bleeding from wounds Fighting the dead Hail the dead Raising the dead

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

In darkest night What stalks our nightmares? If flesh will fail us And mind is slow My feral children Will don the wolfskin Will raise the hammer And strike the blow And in your raging thirst, I offer you only this - A handful of dust, a horn full of piss! May all your seed fall upon a barren soil Your issue come to nothing Ruin in spite of toil In foulest dreams What beasts of chaos Will bring us fever Will cause us doubt? My feral children Will don the wolfskin Will raise the hammer To cast them out!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

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The grey wolf watches the halls of the Gods See the black rain hrough the sun's first rays Rust forms, rot grows and all decay The greatest strength will wither away. A vision sent when hoar-frost grips the earth When fires die and darkness is our curse No matter the sunlit glories of the ancient past Of all that come - the wolf will be the last Now omens of misfortune dull our mirth The highest walls will sink into the earth Remorsless time, the blades of true regret Alone against the tide - I stand here yet

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I am the stormcrow I am the black face The spear-master Born of the dark race Upon the axis, beneath the high dome. The ancient rider I am the first law I take the first blood I am the last war Upon the axis, beneath the high dome Corpses that rise up...from under the stone. Rise, rise, break the chains of your oppression Rise, rise Rise, rise, release the frenzy of possession Rise, rise Inside the death-mound Into the unknown A thousand names carved Into the black stone Upon the axis, beneath the high dome. Astride the pathway A deathless patron Within the darkness That waits for all men Upon the axis, beneath the high dome Corpses that rise up...from under the stone.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Beneath forbidding clouds Where maggots writhe With ash and dust and blood Their earthly tithe. Who takes the nightwatch While others sleep? When fear and darkness rule In torments deep and cruel. When moonlight's baleful eye Is at it's height Foes real and of the mind Test mean and might. Who rises 'fore the dawn? Who sets the snare? Who bears the iron's weight? Eyes fixed upon the gate. On foul winds...let black spirits ride Fly to my arm power of those underground. Fires rage, the nine worlds ablaze Wield the force...that no others can bear Smite them down where they stand Smite them down where they stand Smite them down and grind their bones into dust Smite them down where they stand By the hammer and hand Smte them down and grind their skulls into dust.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025