Ascent of Kings
It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun, With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds, And the dark woodlands brooding over all, Not even lightened by the rare dim sun Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it Cimmeria Land of Darkness and Night It was so long ago and far away I have forgot the very name men called me. The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream, And hunts and wars are shadows. I recall: moonlight over the stone watchtowers at Dovnushki Nocturnal brushfires blazing 'cross the Steppes Windswept the plains of Man's Dawn Land of Darkness and Night This is a taste a Northern Steel: My sword to the raiders of the East! My fist in the face of the mediants of the West! Proud riders, ye once dragged joyously here, Sons of Targitaos beneath the endless sky Eternal plains, ancient lands that my forefathers knew That nursed at the bloodied breast of the Orus Once underneath the ancient rods Here the sound of horn and sword resounded Here thy bloodsoaked domains Withered, the old gods grown pale and grey, Never again tor age beneath the Sun, for a Wind cuts through the wind, a blade cuts Life through life, Then guided domes graced thy forsaken ways Oh our fallen faithless stare upon us with aliens eyes Their progeny laid down so low and oaths they recited, In and after the pyre of life grave our living fires burn more putrid still We dwell in their ruined halls Slaves thinking themselves lords and kings The cairns of old stand sad and grey No horse run past the many kurgan Battle again calls in our veins To menace ends than we've ever known They scorn the Cross, no dagger rises No offal cast on Perun's pyre To the whips of a liar are we enslaved Thinking ourselves lords and kings Oh, soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills To clouds and winds and ghosts that stun the sun, How many deaths shall serve to break at last This heritage which wraps me in the grey Apparel of ghosts? I search my heart and find: Again to die and rise again That bounty nursed by the blood go men Unstaked black soil until Time'S End
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The majestic toll of centuries begins anew When the Iron shall cease, the golden Race shall rise Destroys unalterable decree and the consenting fates Deem that now the serpent too shall die Enraptured of the coming time Enthralled by world order might and the vault profound, assume thy greatness garb hold the mystic chords of memory for the time draws nigh Broken bodies ensure an icon foundation a submission that obscures A consecrated yoke, cumbersome and choking Yes, our hope begins to fade, and this inverse dialectic revelas a quotidian tempest Where icy welters bind But alas nature pours forth the signs of war and the heavens weep with sardonic rapture Adrift amidst these autocratic negations the derma of mangled frames and a bloodstained conqueror with unpairing sword reveals our risen consciousness and an imperative baneful slaughter Here the end of all things, With a sovereign attempting, We shall die manfully with unstained supernal glory Indeed, by arms realm will be re-united, and our victory achieved with pitiless sword. But cultivate first, immaculate canons aiming at the summit of power, East aside fruitless endeavors and collect the scattered fires, for Great again shall be our glory amidst the minds of men, and victory shall gild our valiant arms The who watch upon the western shore let us seize the chance that day grants us, Let us now purpose to ay idea as war rages. Blood sacrifice, a sanguine decree, Endured with submission shall posit: Authority, Order, Justice Loud indeed shall the rafters ring again! We who keep watch upon the western shore let us seize the chance that day grants us, Let us not purpose not lay idle as wear rages, For splendid is our fortune and fair is our doom!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
This the chronicle of our sacred blood, proclaims a triumphant peace A pledge of final victory faithfully sworn upon the hallowed Gate of Heaven Wretched conception weapon of our eldest daughters despair Tarasques, vile vessel of treachery harbinger of this fortuitous storm of steel Destined race, commander of men these blessed plurals descend To anoint the lance, the sword, the Iris, and forge imperial order Born with sword in hand Born with sword in hand A fair din, but surely we will conquer Our sacred relics shall restore, to birth archaic hero Saracen filth, heretic tapering captives shall nourish the greedy eternal sepulcher A fraudulent armament sets in motion a blessed martyrdom trail Impenetrable buckles hasten, now to expiate thine stricken sins Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, Ride forth in majesty Destined race commander of men, these blessed phials descend Born with sword in had, m baptized unto fire and death A bow becomes the gauntlet, conferred on him who bears the mark Unsheated command shall never wither Indomitable descent, derogate satisfaction Torrents of blood, sanguine steel compels Not for naught shall valor cursed lay inert A choking blaze incites the mind to manly deeds, remarkable glory in arms, Durendal ever faithful The just and consecrate handmaiden of glory's steel Unconquerable advance, a tide in unstymied redress An inferno of licking blades, war-shield and dilated eyes, Quivering the azure mantle Havoc wrongful upon thine enemies O Mighty perfect, split the fifth asunder Upwards through the vitals thrusts the blade, the blood and entrails taste of lasting silence Here reigns the iron substance galvanized smoldering eyes and prowess unforeseen Immortal crowns awaits the warrior dauntless, with blooded arms he mocks the ends affray The torment from his mouth signals quarrel the gilded swords oof France won't help this day The valley and the sky match gory crimson, the grim assault the one upon his feet Overcomes and terrifies the glutton A generation of men, like an army in battle array, terrible, whose destiny is no longer their own carry a blood standard, Death for life, we shall rise victorious! Consider then my brothers, comrades in arms: how our death, memory fame and freedom can be rendered eternal!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Beneath the starry vault of Arda, This long defeat the Western Lords still wage Mighty in strength thy blessed adversary Who lay beyond the many circles of the world While to the North a once proud standard withers Through piercing memory, a sudden flame shall rise though valor lay beneath these barren lands Wrath with stricken pride, now man declares his splendour Rushing forward, greater hands perceive These western realms observe a fragrant whisper The structure poised again, it now consumes While dauntless words in rage and fury taunt him A careless son revealed to reckless ruin O feigned star of the younger race, Mistress of the haughty wine of pride To a power ever naught, yet nameless bound Waylay, for no man may gainsay his doom On Northern winds thy doom is born lift, Amidst the cursed paths where on revealed That through tragedy and fire lay thy victory And day shall once again reveal the dawn. Forsaken lands amidst this dying sunset, Across the western seas thy despair False hope and reckless acquiescence Opi this for strength of arms and Iron Death Sojourn amidst this empty vale of tears Well this plague is known, unbound by time, A creeping evil pollutes the purest spring Look now for bow and helm to rise again! Bemoan not the wounds of fortune For on this throne, the crown of victory we raise Deprive us not of honor, death and glory, vast and boundless canticle sing our praise Suffer not the endless taunts of Morgoth, Our pleasure and our love lay in his ruin, Cat back the grasping fingers of the shadow, heedless of the wight of foregone doom Slayer, castor, twisted stands of fate n thine hands alone, through triumph Has thine own disgrace been wrought Purger and revealer, a swoon to mack thy path The darkening twilight of this war, The rising moon reveals the stench of death, Alone amidst seductions former stronghold Taken to flight on leaden wing Scaled wing and ashen hurricane, Soaring pyre, seed of Morgoth's pride Bane of thine fear, Gurthand sings the dirge of our curse. The hands of fate have woven, The end redeems iniquities despair, Passing through the gate of Eru's wisdom, To crush the Ophidian sceptre The rising precipice wounds, Girds with a merciful condemnation Encapsulates the voids divination A treacherous ally, beckons and imbibes That by this auspicious death attained, And an eternal glory may be gained. Thine own hands thine judge, facilitate the path where this dominion shall hold sway Confide in the connate allotation Consummate vigil Portal to advance the blights animus, Atonement, a sanguine expiation Ascendance declares with eternal sacrifice The brilliance and the virtue of this final battle, Though shadow should mar this great ascent, Recall that i truth it has been written That victory lay in the light upon thy steel.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026