Resound the Horn
We were sailing towards the unknown, in the open sea After the storm, our hope was lost In the raging waves but My old faith was never so strong, My Viking heart doesn't fear the fate! Under Leif's Christian command Full of wild grapes was the land To which we approached And tried to live but no more Hydromel was in our horns Our Viking hearts don't fear the fate! Twice a winter, we missed our beloved. To these shores our hearts do not belong! Praying the lord, Leif sought a blessing for our souls Under his sign we abandoned our folks, Now we are ready to unfurl the sails Naglfar the ship will not have our nails, My Viking heart still has faith! Our ship devours the ocean waste The sea is the nature on which we were born Approaching our bay resound the Viking horn The hammer triumphant, The cross now is torn, My Viking heart still has faith! Twice a winter, we missed our beloved Who did enlight the way to return? Mighty Thor bring me back home.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
We chose our destiny Fianna is the name for which we shall live to which our souls we give Once again to the battle we march blow after blow swords spreading death witness your glory or your mates' last breath. March! March! We answer the call of the king, from far you can hear the army that sings "Victory we bring!" Camp fires await for the dawn, coward would be to attack in the night Glory awaits when the sun shines bright. March! March! On the march On the march again On the march On the march!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
He walks among strangers' eyes Fierce of his unknown presence, The world is still confused And the balance was changed By the DoomSword The dark shape will rise, A demon at side The DoomSword will fall On the world The bell of fate sounds its toll, The DoomSword. For the whole world will fear The sign and the name of the lord Who bears the DoomSword! Resign to the blade Which in hell was made Your soul is safe no more It can't be your choice: "Bow to the sword!" Listen to the doom And kneel to the sword, The blade rose tall it's now ruler, Ruler of all For the whole world will fear The sign and the name of the lord Who bears the DoomSword! For I am your god and you must obey, I am the king, war I will bring, Follow me or be my prey, Be my prey! DoomSword
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
If you look to the east, On the ways of pilgrimage, You can still see the trails, Which they left behind. Deserted sands on the slopes Of what once where hills, Hide a mystic mystery, The quest for the holy research. Nine knights for nine years Piercing the ground they all disappeared, A secret plot disguised as holy quest, Nine knights did want to disappear. As above so below of the temple Was the law, see the stars that shine Upon dark shapes behind the cross What was found has now been lost Arcane knowledge they obtained What they finally left behind is what chosen few can see. Nine knights for nine years Piercing the ground they all disappeared, A secret plot disguised as holy quest, Nine knights did want to disappear. Nine knights, one might!
I look to my land This one, the last time should be A desperate deed I will mix my blood with sand The steel now is in me This cold blade that gives me death And all that I see is the blood From my wounds Blinding me The death I will have Should grant me the glory I sought for My breed shall proclaim How glorious was their elder one This is my end I proudly mix my blood with sand No! Do not grieve for those Who died with sword in hand I look to my land this one, The last time should be a desperate deed I will mix my blood with sand My battle ends here Every one witnessed I had no fear With honour I fought Don't cry for those who died this way The death I will have Should grant me the glory I sought for My breed shall proclaim How glorious was their elder one This is my end I proudly mix my blood with sand No! Do not grieve for those Who died with sword in hand
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
We were roaming through the Black head Hungry and tired looking for food, When we saw an old and thin deer And we dreamt cooked flesh with beer, We held in tight in our hand the spear, Like the wind it fled with its fear. Nine warriors were at my side, Everyone incarnation of pride Together with my two hounds for that day, Still no food we had found, With our usual defiance The hunt carried on for more preys our thirsty spears shone. Warrior and bard poetry runs through your heart enchanted and dazed you lower your blade. On our path we boldly walked forth When a red braded deer From the north swiftly stood Before eager eyes, To attack we all mobilized, But even the hounds stood still at my cry: "Leave that deer for he should die!" Baffled eyes turned towards me All admired my pure ecstasy, With calm I sang my poetry For its beauty my will should let be, With my words all hearts were bestowed, Poetry's power I mystically showed.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
A black host descends Omen of the end Fury and pride at Odin's command Just the mountains can dare to stand Hordes of the gods Almighty force Foreign invader surely won't prevail The army that cried loud Odin's hail It doesn't matter how much I shall suffer to live To consign my poor soul In your mighty hands I long for that moment my life I shall give and if I die in this battle... Let battle commence! Black mist now protects us From unfaithful eyes, The attack to the cross And its god will surely succeed By Odin's hail Steel at my side, banners up high Ancient words from the Gods I pronounce, the Viking war-cry: Odin's hail It doesn't matter how much I shall suffer to live To consign my poor soul In your mighty hands I long for the moment my life I shall give and if I die in this battle... Let battle commence! "This is the day for which I was born I blow my last breath into the horn To the halls of Valhalla I now finally sail My last words are Odin's hail!"
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025