Let Battle Commence
[King Aella:] "Take a look to the sea, my son Be aware of the sails the waves are carrying on. Take a look to the earth, my son The whole of England is awaiting for the terror from the north." [Ragnar Lodbrok:] "Take a look to the sky, Halvdane We shall fill the air with spears to turn black this christian sun." "Sku mod himlen Halvdane, vi vil fylde luften med spyd sa Denne kristne sol blivert sort" "Take a look to these shores, my son For tomorrow everyone will fear the name of Lodbroksson" "Se mod denne kyst, min son. For i morgen vil alle frygte navnet Lodbroksson" Burn! England to the ground! Burn! Jorvik to the ground! Heathen assault! I saw two crows up high Odin watch me die.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Dust clouds arise from the english ground The smell of blood pierces the brain Running in charge towards the castle walls I hear my heart beat down in my throat I know the Battle joy! As my sweat drops into my eyes A rain of arrows whistles in the sky This icy air freezes our blades And wet our beards with a morning rain Blood, it's on my face! Odin guide my sword! As some vikings bolts pierce the walls We bring the ram towards the gate Warriors proudly die under english fire The ram claims for its path of death Thunderous is the crack! I awaited for this glorious moment I can now enter the fortress crying the charge My axe cuts some english heads While the city of Jorvik cries its swansong Captured is the king! Odin guide my sword!
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Seems to me a great vast black ocean Yet it ignores the wind Once you can see it than describe it to your lord. A huge mass of shining polearms The sound of battle horns, prepares the storm Death is coming dressed as a pagan horde. Above these walls I admire my end, This viking horde is beauty and death. My lord forgive me for all my sins, Please let me sing of our future heathen reign... Woden's Reign.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Woman i never saw It was hard to me To march upon these snowcovered plains. Woman i never saw It was difficult to me To wait before the fire the battle to come. Woman i never saw You don't know what i felt When i froze my skin under this mail coat. Woman i never saw I was frightened yesterday They were few in number, but the look in their eyes... Of this land Of glory battle and death All i recall, is the look in the eyes of the dead. Blood on my hands! Woman i never saw No ship will return, None will ever warm your winter nights. Woman i never saw I am sorry if you can believe me, I killed your man in my last fight.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
The long northern winter has come We march through the snow that reminds us our home The three Lodbrok brothers command us Ubbe, Halvdane and Ivarr the Boneless. Sitting here by the fire I look to the army that frightens the world Loud norsemen laughters resound through the air We don't fear the death for our life was decided by Fate. The vikings have come Here's the pagan horde Aim to the walls! Prepare the siege machines Aim to the walls, The assault has begun, Attack! Tear down the wall! Come to me, Sons of the North This quest will be always recalled As the terror that came from the North!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
"I har alle bevidnet et l?nge kendt ritual. Konger dor pa denne vis" No more battle noise, nor crying this night. The whole of England is silent, stopped is every fight. As the heathen knife falls down onto King Aella's spine, Blood runs onto York, no christian light will shine. Ivarr pulled his ribs one by one out of his back, Wings of blood won't make him fly, he just longs for a heartbreak! All of you have witnessed, a ritual long time known: Blood Eagle, Kings Die This Way! The clouds gathered above, to witness and behold The landing of an Eagle on the walls of this stronghold. As the heathen knife falls down onto King Aella's spine, Blood runs onto York, no christian light will shine. Ivarr pulled his ribs one by one out of his back, Wings of blood won't make him fly, he just longs for a heartbreak! All of you have witnessed, a ritual long time known: Blood Eagle, Kings Die This Way!
Here in the battlefield, laying still on the ground I just remember my native land. I left on a spring sunny day To lead my ship toward the west Until we reached a green island Vast and desert it seemed to be. A White God house we saw so far We attack the abbey without fear Our flames grew higher to the sky A tribute to the One Eyed God. On a cloudy autumn day A great army came to the camp They brought the sign of the cross Steel meets steel, the Cross against the Hammer. My sons shall tell of this day On which their father died A glorious breed has been their one Through their words my name will live on. Father and Son, the glory will live on...