Ave Mortis
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
No more does the horn ring over hills or Rohan All is grey, fell ravens watch over the land Worm tongued weakling, poison to the throne CAST HIM DOWN Ancestor’s halls, once the bastion of all might Deeds of valour retold in glowing torchlight Now half forgotten, but still the tales told OF A RETURN Where are the riders of old Innumerable warriors of Westfold The spear is broken, the shield is cracked But the days of Rohan have not passed All are lamenting as one Why sits the king on his throne The time for waiting has come and gone Men of Rohan, hold strong See, O king / Your sword See, O king / Your steed Rise up, cast down the parasite Know the true strength of thy hand, and sweep these dogs from thy lands An army, of stalwarts / Awaits thy command To follow their liege / into deaths hands A host without number / defiles thy realm Defeat them, O king / At the fortress of helm No more does the horn ring over hills or Rohan All is grey, fell ravens watch over the land Worm tongued weakling, poison to the throne CAST HIM DOWN Ancestor’s halls, once the bastion of all might Deeds of valour retold in glowing torchlight Now half forgotten, but still the tales told OF A RETURN Where are the riders of old Innumerable warriors of Westfold The spear is broken, the shield is cracked But the days of Rohan have not passed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
With the dawning of the morn in the East The Turkic dogs pour fourth To see our lands impugned by their feet As they trample hallowed ground Wicked curved blades glistening In the first rays of the rising sun Burning, raping as they march On Byzantium's heart LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR! Mercy dies upon this day! THE RINGING BLASTS OF BATTLE HORNS! Lend valor to our hearts HAIL! All those who would fight for their blood! HAIL! All our fallen sons! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! HAIL! I shall never stray from the path HAIL! That honor bids me tread! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! By all that we hold right and true, oaths we have sworn Protectors of the Empire, our bloodlines strong will stand We fight imbued with righteous rage, for we know our cause to be just To live or die is all the same, only defeat can bring us shame LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR! Mercy dies upon this day! THE RINGING BLASTS OF BATTLE HORNS! Lend valor to our hearts HAIL! All those who would fight for their blood! HAIL! All our fallen sons! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! HAIL! I shall never stray from the path HAIL! That honor bids me tread! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! SMITING AND SMASHING AND HEWING AND SLAYING! Driven like dogs before us BODIES ARE BEATEN DOWN, TRAMPLED BY HOLY KNIGHTS! The darkness falls before us BLASPHEMOUS HERETICS, BEARDED SONS OF PROPHET! Driven like dogs before us BACK TO THE WILDERNESS WHERE THEY WERE SPAWNED LIKE GOATS! The Crescent quails before us HAIL! All those who would fight for their blood! HAIL! All our fallen sons! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! HAIL! I shall never stray from the path HAIL! That honor bids me tread! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Hail Cimmerian Son, Lord and Master by inner right! Armed with the Sacred Tree's Bough Marked as kin of the Gods The warriors invoke you, as you Crom invoked AND THE WARRIORS INVOKE YOU - AS YOU CROM INVOKED Mighty and Superior! The four winds flee before your fury Titans and Giant hail you as King The shadow of the axe and the sword precede you always And the warriors invoke you - as you Crom invoked Blades dance and thunder crashes The sign of your strength and anger And the burning heart... grows ashen... Wine, women, and riches lay at your feet But beneath you As even Gods die and fade away Is there only my anger, my vengeance, still striving? Curse the sun and the light of day! Only a dark and iron age awaits us - By all ways, let it come! To see still a true son of power - Let fall the Celestial One! HAIL THE IRON! HAIL THE FIRE! Burn these baubles and trappings Of pleasures, I now take none I immerse myself in burning Now hail the terrible Sun!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
O sons of Tengri, children of Tur, And you, you worshippers, of the Crescent Moon, Too long the Rus have bent to your will; proud Lechia now thirsts for blood! As the Sun rises, so the Moon fades: Blood shall flow on the steppes! Face the Eagle and the Trident! At the edge of an empire we stand, forgotten, With the Cross, the Hammer, the Axe and the Sword, Ever watchful, ever vigilant! Hear now my people's Word! SLAVA The Eagle and the Trident x 2 Through the seas of grass the Sons of the Steppe are riding! Their fate awaits them: BLOOD HONOUR DEATH DEATH "Засвіт встали козаченьки В похід з полуночі, Заплакала Марусенька Свої карий очі. Не плач, не плач, Марусенько, Не плач, не журися за свого миленького Богу помолися." "Ми є всі Брати, Словяни," From the Elbe to the Dnipro! Forsworn we defended, We defended Rome's borders by the Sword! The Horsemen of the East shall perish; 'tis written in their blood! Our Sons proclaim their dearth; in battle we prove our worth!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
A shadow has fallen 'cross these wayward lands, Rome has burned and the Empire failed, In the ruins petty lords and kings squabble, And our once mighty spirit quails! The time has come to ride with Steel in hand, To ride roughshod over barbarous hordes, To raise high the banners of Eagles and Hawks, To go to our deaths, under a worthy lord! LEND ME YOUR STEEL! For the arrows lie broken, the bow unstrung, LEND ME YOUR STEEL! For the hearth and the home lie smoking! LEND ME YOUR STEEL! For the center once lost is once more found, LEND ME YOUR STEEL! For Ares and Hades await! We'll raise high again the spires of glory, Once more we'll seek out wisdom and truth, The beauty of old is not shadow, And these lands are not yet lost. We march under the Oriflamme, Against winds of Chaos our mountains are rising, Under the open heavens descends our strength, We'll battle and rejoice in the Steel! LEND ME YOUR STEEL! For it's War within and War without, LEND ME YOUR STEEL! The time of reckoning's at hand! LEND ME YOUR STEEL! For promises and oaths, both said and unspoken, LEND ME YOUR STEEL! Again, for these proud lands! The Iron Crowned Order marches, To East and West the Sword pierces, Uniting the broken, breaking the proud, Our swords cross with crescent blades! Kings and great men, once under hills sleeping, Rise to take the throne: THEIR RIGHT! True strength returns, the wind that cuts through the wind, Greater than life, than death! LEND ME YOUR STEEL!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Oh woeful spires of Turgon's glory, Hidden in mountains far from the Dark Lord's grasp. Too greatly have you loved the work of your own hands, For the Fen of Serech is found this day. WITH SHADOW AND FLAME, Will your people be judged! Great among banes, fallen spirit of wrath, With sword and flail burning approaches, Hordes of villainous beasts swarm 'round the tower, As your generals make their last stand. Already slain lie your subjects, Already in bondage driven off There stands your greatest, Ecthelion, Before his keep, steadfast, For Gondolin, for his king, he'll fight to the death, Though his doom is already sown What testament to Manwe and Mandos will we give? What could we say if no stand we made? Though already the towers lie in ruins, WE WILL BRING DEATH TO DURIN'S BANE! My kingdom lies upon me, Both I and Balrog dead, My foes took off our heroes, So in shame I hang my head. Still, above these ruins, New stars to the West shine. Fresh storms wait there, brewing, And a hope beyond hope will rise!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026