Sword and Sorcery Heavy Metal

When I was a thief, I went to steal a jewel in the dead of the night. Inside the temple, a sarcophagus sent by a wizard for spite. Inside, dreaming, but not dead, a giant's serpent's body with a man's awful head. Thoth-Amon sent the spawn of Set, to spew forth its venomous death. Encased in its eldritch sleep until it was freed by another thief. It spoke in its ancient tongue, beckoning me to come. I strode forth gripping my sword. Its head rolled upon the floor. Aquilonian steel, it will decide the fates of black wizards and tyrants alike. So send your soldiers to do their best, while my weapons deal out their slaughter and deaths. When my foes, they rush upon me, I see through a mist of red. Then, I call out in the din of battle "CROM, COUNT THE DEAD!" A warrior horde converged upon me to slay me in the night. I was but one man, but I met them armed and ready to fight. I struck a final blow -- broke my sword to the hilt upon my foe. An ancient battle axe, hanging on the wall. I tore it down, and now they all would fall. I heard my axe blade hum, slaying it would sing. I was a man before I was a king. Aquilonian steel, it will decide the fates of black wizards and tyrants alike. So send your soldiers to do their best, while my weapons deal out their slaughter and deaths. When my foes, they rush upon me, I see through a mist of red. Then, I call out in the din of battle "CROM, COUNT THE DEAD!" Crom is my god, yet I walk alone. He gave me strength and steel to carry on. His dark ilk care not for mankind's fate. All he left us was his rage and hate. I have usurped a tyrant of his crown and scepter, and kingly power. I have destroyed a sadistic wizard in his jewel-encrusted, gleaming tower. I have ridden through the sky on a bat-like thing -- descending upon my enemies, the return of a king. I don't remember my past lives in full. but I know I fought the Snake before, when I was King Kull. I chased a goddess across a frozen wasteland of snow and ice. She led me into a trap. Her brothers would take my life. One of them drew his sword, to carve my heart for Ymir's smoking board. The ice giants, in their folly, made a fatal mistake. When they picked me for their victim, that was their last day. One, I cut his throat, the other, my sword went through his leg. They lay there in the snow, that is where they bled to death. Aquilonian steel, it will decide the fates of black wizards and tyrants alike. So send your soldiers to do their best, while my weapons deal out their slaughter and deaths. When my foes, they rush upon me, I see through a mist of red. Then, I call out in the din of battle "CROM, COUNT THE DEAD!"

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

We hid our dragon ship away, and went forth to spill Saxon blood that day. We came upon some ancient ruins. They had been there long before the Druids. "Chimeras and creatures lair within, bound by the Lord of the Djinn. The one who spawned the Original Sin -- last of the serpent men. Shapes of red chaos and madness. wreaking havoc and mankind's death" -- The last words of the dying priest. He was tortured in the lair of the beast. The demons rushed upon us then. With axe and spear we welcomed them in. The shield-wall was formed, we made our stand -- good Gaellic steel gripped in my hand. "Chimeras and creatures lair within, bound by the Lord of the Djinn. The one who spawned the Original Sin -- last of the serpent men. Shapes of red chaos and madness. wreaking havoc and mankind's death" -- The last words of the dying priest. He was tortured in the lair of the beast. Our weapons smote them hard -- piled up the dead. Then the Dark Druid, serpent man, he turned and fled. I chased him down and struck my killing blow. He fell into the abyss, where the Shoggoth feasted below. Visions of my past lives have come and gone. 100,000 years ago and now are one. Born yet again to end the serpent man's race. I was King Kull in those ancient days. Chimeras and creatures laired within, bound by the Lord of the Djinn. The one who spawned the Original Sin -- last of the serpent men. Shapes of red chaos and madness -- Cormac Mac Art has brought you death Now away, to shake off his eldritch chill. In Saxon blood we'll cleanse our steel.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Bleeding from a thousand sores I drown in seas of blood Lying here on the battlefield I'm crawling in the mud I'm a young boy fooled to follow Fighting an old man's war It made me to a killing machine I loved the battleroar For king and country I'll ride the sky with Thor For king and country I'll rot here for ever more Singing swords See flashing blades in the night Singing swords Muscle, blood and steel, is this right? Singing swords Valhalla calls, I'm on my way Played all the fun games of war In the name of my king Killing, ripping, raping My sword does still ring The battle is raging all around As I lie here watching the sky I see the story of my life It all is flashing by Singing swords See flashing blades in the night Singing swords Muscle, blood and steel, is this right? Singing swords Valhalla calls, I'm on my way Just because of circumstance I'm fighting on this side Could have been born in another land But to our destiny's we're tied All brothers fighting against each other We fought to the last breath Wonder if we will shake hands Beyond the gates of death Singing swords See flashing blades in the night Singing swords Muscle, blood and steel, is this right? Singing swords Valhalla calls, I'm on my way

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 14, 2025

Crystal shards have been found in some ruins in Babylon It was plain to see a primitive civilization held the key to advanced communication Mothership we keep calling you back to our new-found prison home Those who dwell here are wicked We should have sewn them in the sea and left them alone A tower was constructed so the zealots could speak to their deities To touch the heavens, make them bleed The radio crystal from our world they'd need Mothership we keep calling you back to our new-found prison home Those who dwell here are wicked They hold us, the scientists of our world in captivity Ibis headed jackal brethren set us free Deception was our only hope in pretense to speak the tongue of their gods The interdimensional cry rang forth It was answered instantly Across time space continuum salvation came Mothership came when we called, back to our new-found prison home And as we depart this world the wicked lie in dead in the ruins of the fallen Babel Tower

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Born on the battlefield, Heat of the melee during a Vanir raid Before he had lived to see fifteen snows his name by Council fires was praised Intent to colonize southern Cimmeria, Aquilonia built Venarium Out of the northern hills swept the Cimmerian steel, tasting Aquilonian blood In true berserker form he fought on and on beside his Cimmerian kin The Aquilonians driven back across their frontier He returned for awhile to his tribe do you wonder what they mean Distant voices forever calling In Fate's Eye A King He spent time with a band of Aesir He raided the Hyperbareans The Hyperbarean castles were ruled by wizards called by the fearful Witchmen He lead a foray against the Haloga Castle to free the daughter of the Aesir chief The mission a success, but as they fled they were taken by an army of living dead Toiling away at night he ground his chain until it was weak enough to break One stormy night, whirling the heavy chain, he slayed his way out into the rain In vague dreams of conquest and kingdom do you wonder just what they mean Distant voices forever calling In Fate's Eye A King Tyrants and wizards, they fall before you and what your wyrd will bring It was written in the furthest of stars In Fate's Eye A King Swordless and fleeing into the mountains He was chased by a pack of wolves He found refuge in a cave Before him sat the corpse of an ancient chieftan upon a throne Across his knees was a bronze sword grasped by huge hands of ancient bone When he sees the sword the corpse came to life He fought with everything in him Escaped armed this time In vague dreams of conquest and kingdom do you wonder just what they mean Distant voices forever calling In Fate's Eye a King Tyrants and wizards fall dead before you and what your wyrd will bring It was written in the furthest of stars In Fate's Eye A King Witches and warlocks, women and wine Songs sons of men will sing Your life becomes legend, legend becomes myth In Fate's Eye A King Your wyrd neverending it turns the wheel do you know the riddle of steel Never knowing what the next day will bring In Fate's Eye A King

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 14, 2025

Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets of gold Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle Stealing, plundering, No! Take that which is rightfully yours Your book of insane dreams and tyrant king told us you so Destroy the non-believers just to save your soul Evangelize the land make it pure again Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle because you know you are blessed Crusader, kill to please your god above Crusader, make a joyful sound Spill the blood upon the ground You gasp your last breath of icy autumn frost You look into the eyes of the youth whom to your life is lost Cast your blurry glance to the skies, realize No one comes to take your hand from the promised land Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest Crimson gushes from your mouth as you wait for death Crusader, Die to please your god above Crusader, Make a joyful sound Your blood got spilled upon the ground

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 14, 2025

Magic circles etched upon the floor Hours of fasting and prayer Time to open the forbidden door Triangle of manifestation Call on the Legions Here they will be bound The Tetragrammaton spoken Bathed in blood spilled fresh Black book of knowlege bound in human flesh Hours of peering into a black mirror Voices call forth from beyond Hells on top of hells Liar, treacherer you won't hide behind the cross We were here before you or your puny deities Liar, treacherer, murderer you won't hide behind the cross You looked into the black mirror of your soul Terror lies when you dream where the gods dream Could I have descended from such vile and evil things And is this what I aspired to evolve to Terror lies when you dream where they dream Unseen hand, you're knocked to sprawl Flesh is torn out of your belly snakes crawl Hail to thee Infernal Hosts Necromancer, know the ecstacy of sweet Hell, eternally They found him lying dead beside a square of Mars

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025