Northwind
Over rivers and seas cross valleys and heaths, to the edge of the world and back our journey did lead. Father up in the sky let the ravens fly, to soar aside our ship of oak as wild oceans we ride. In the prow I stand hungry for dry land. A homeward hammerheart. Northwind embrace me as I face the horizon. Carry me safe ashore as you did my brethren of yore. Through the days and nights through triumphant fights, we have roamed these far away lands with no peace in sight. Mother north of old let me taste your cold. Sooth my weary head with visions that your nature holds. We're sailing dark waters come raven come and be our guide. We're sons of the north star so blow wind blow, onwards we will ride.
Tunes of mendacity whispers throughout the gloom, like echoes of mystery or a lullaby of doom An illusion of pleasure an illusion of pain Yield to the beauty and soon you will waltz with the dead Come yes you and listen to my melody. Say can you do another such sweet harmony Deep in the mist you can hear him softly playing his strings in order to snatch your soul far away Deep in the mist you reveal him a naked shape of peace as he plays you a song to lure you to stay Such nimble fingers that play upon the fiddle. In shadows they linger like the darkest of riddles Deep in the mist you can hear him, hearken not to the sound from upon his luring strings. Deep in the mist you reveal him, the fiddler of the lost and drowned that slip you a song to sing.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025
You're a spawn of the high cliffs, slave to the wind and son to the storm. Born to a life on the free wings, without chains to hold back your heart. Sweep through the air spy for the prey. Feel your blood pumping and then speed away. Spirit of the hawk wild and free, master of the sky. Creature of the northwind's seed flying ever so high. Beneath a scarlet horizon, ascending are the feathers of the wild. Soar on you king of the welkin, still spying down upon the ground.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025
Forgotten and concealed are the tales of old. Yet the spirits of the field I do behold. A mist-like shape reveals the fiddler in his prime, it's an act through the time. Under the starlit sky shadows come alive. Chapters of laughter and a sigh, they do revive. The mist-like shape entwines the legend and the lore into a conviction unsure.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
You grasped a pot of gold, now it looks like led. On your path of hunger the gold lies still ahead. At the end of the rainbow another rainbow starts. Try to catch the shadows and run until you fall. Strain your nerves to follow the temptations of them all. The prizes fade with time as day fades into night. The state of satisfaction is a slowly dying high. As sun descends in the sky the hunt is on for the dawn. Chasing tricks of the day through the night. The scent of dawn is so sweet but it is spoiled with each bite. Losing pace among all of the treats.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
From a dark horizon a harlot once came, searching for the right path to bring her to fame. Ignorance and falsity: a perfect symbiosis, for a royalty Hold on to your throne of glass. Let not oblivion veil your name. Stand strong against the days that pass. Fight time your empty shell is the pillars of your fame. In the tower of the queen the joker loses his stage as she wields the banner of vanity for the wage. Beware doubles fill the court. Who's who in this hollow masquerade. Take heed your reign might be short. But wait the crown on your head could be saved by blood on the blade.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
We dwell in a time of neither night nor day, it's like an ever-eve of a gloaming light. Our robes have gone grey as we sailed to mortal shore, the journey felt so short to the gates of evermore. The paths we used to tread and the secrets we then told, no one knows them by now and we, we are too old. We linger on hand in hand through the dusk-veiled glades. Recalling our lives as tomorrow, it fades. Remember the times when we ruled, you and I. Where our Eden lied in an age long gone by. Your hair was like of a golden shiny dye. Now so grizzled froman age long gone by.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
Hold the cross up high into the sky far above your head in sacred decadence. In pride and honour you wear the crucifix as a shield towards the bitter consequence. Your sins are not redeemed by swearing perjury. Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity. See the spiteful and widening cracks in the bricks of all their picture perfect walls. The hollow grins of their hypocrisy they rock the basis until, until it starts to fall. Step inside with your commandments, bring your holy book. Show me your divinity. To me you're just a sheep with zippers in the back. Your costume does not fool me.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
Far down the path of firelight dreams in the blue-spun twilight hours. Along the lane of winding and silk towards the winged and sacred bowers. Alone and aloof in a fairyland fanfare where the warrior child can hide away in his lair. Templar of the immortality slays the beast in comfort's shelter. Climb up the black and sulphurous hill, and you will find caskets of silver. Live the legend, live life all alone, longing to linger in lore. Illuminating a lane that leads you aloft. You're lost to the lunar lure. Leave the languish, leave lanterns of lorn. Lend lacking lustre to lies. Liberate the laces of life for the lone lest lament yet alights. Beyond the fields of emerald green and over the sapphire oceans. Past ruby skies there lies your salvation: to live out your true emotions.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
Hör vindar som vill fly, se korpen i himmel av bly. Det är frosten som nalkas. Var björk och lind är nu kal i skogsråets grånande sal. Det är frosten som nalkas. Mot hårda tider det bär, trollen dom huttrar och svär. Det är frosten som nalkas. Se tranan som nu fly mot varmare sydliger sky. Det är frosten som nalkas. Över land och hav sveper vinterns kalla vind. Snö, is och en bister kyla från en himmel så trind. Se näckens fingrar så blå, hans polska nu långsamt gå. Det är frosten som nalkas. Kälen nu stormsteg tar, tur att man fjärrvärme har. Det är frosten som nalkas.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025
Your wealth and your power Both increase with every day. Theory versus practice as the mould spreads it's way. Ravens fill the sky wolves start to cry and you shield your eyes. Behold the throne of satin far from where no hope is left. No royal tidings reach it, it's like talking to the deaf. Blinded by gold are the knights. In spite of all the blinders you can wear, the rotten stench will still be there. The castle of your glory, embellished under your reign. The next throne possessor must pawn his crown for your vain.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
Grasp your sword so blindly, time is in for holy war. In the sign of a fairy tale you sacrifice your precious life. Yield to the nonsense, yield to the dogmatic scheme. Kneel down embrace it, indoctrination supreme. What is your inner holy delusion? Will stupidity be canonized? Would the Prophet or the Messiah then really welcome you in? On a mission of evil by a dreamer sanctified. None believers shall suffer for not believing the same lie.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
Once upon a time there was a restless king in charge. What could he contribute to write some history? Gold he had plenty of but plenty could be more so onwards he marched on reasons quite obscure. With a blindfold and sword, come deliver us from evil. Great saviour of all, so honest and brave. Your land of the free is the home of the knave. Echoes of crusaders were heard across the world as he fought against the legions sent from hell. Shadows of the templars are yet again a fact: creeds are cast aside determination's still intact..
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Kristallen den fina som solen månd' skina som stjärnorna blänka i skyn. Jag känner en flicka i dygden den fina en flicka i denna här byn. Min vän, min vän och älskogsblomma! Ack om vi kunde tillsammans komma och jag vore vännen din. och du allra kärestan min! du ädela ros och förgyllande skrin. Och om jag än fore till värdenes ände så ropar mitt hjärta till dig. Och om jag än fore till värdenes ände så ropar mitt hjärta till dig. Till dig, min vän och älskogsblomma! Ack om vi kunde tillsammans komma och jag vore vännen din. och du allra kärestan min! du ädela ros och förgyllande skrin.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
Ridom, ridom, ridom över sanden Solen sjunker bortom Arnafell Mörkret breder skuggor över sanden Spöken kommer fram när det blir kväll Herren leder gångarn min Ännu är det långt till gård och grind Herren leder gångarn min Ännu är det långt till gård och grind Räven tjuter, tjuter bakom kullen Fåren flyr i fruktan för hans klo Men vem ropar, ropar utur mullen Bergakungen stiger ur sitt bo Fredlös han i lönndom går Jagar liksom räven vilsna får Fredlös han i lönndom går Jagar liksom räven vilsna får Älvadrottning dansar över sanden Rid, ja rid, om livet är dig kärt Fly den fagra älvadrottning-handen Ryttarnas själ till fånge hon begär Bästa häst jag offra vill Om jag hinner fram till Kidagill Bästa häst jag offra vill Om jag hinner fram till Kidagill
Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 06, 2026
Liten vätte vitte silverglitt Stå i åkern din och titt Liten vätte, sir du långt lin Som lyser i ögat ditt? Sir du långt lin, långt som tömmar Och segt som hår av hin? Flickan din har blåa drömmar Och hennes hår är ljust som lin Liten vätte vitte silverglitt Stå i åkern din och titt Sir du långt lin, långt som tömmar Och starkt som en kanna kitt? Flickan din har blåa ögon Silkesduk och knollrigt hår Spinna, dunka, slå och väva Får du gifta dig i år? Geting, bi och geting eller spik Gamle satan är du lik Geting, bi och geting humla Din näsa är som en spik Stick i sten och stick i backe Stick i mull men ej i hull Sticker du i flickans nacke Faller hon i döden kull
Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 06, 2026
Vårvindar friska, leka och viska Lunderna kring likt älskande par Strömmarna ila, finna ej vila Förr'n ner i djupet störtvågen far Klaga mitt hjärta, klaga och hör Vallhornets klang bland klipporna dör Strömkarlen spelar, sorgerna delar Vakan kring berg och dal Hjärtat vill brista! Ack, när den sista Gången jag hörde kärlekens röst: Avskedets plåga, ögonens låga Mun emot mun vid klappande bröst Fjälldalen stod I blomstrande skrud Trasten slog drill på drill för sin brud Strömkarlen spelte, sorgerna delte Suckande berg och dal Klaga mitt hjärta, klaga och hör Vallhornets klang bland klipporna dör Strömkarlen spelar, sorgerna delar Vakan kring berg och dal
Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 06, 2026