Vor Tru
Cold is the wind that blows our sail Farther out to sea lost our way Black clouds darken the western sky Raging waves we rode all through the night Yet morning came with the suns first rays The sea laid still the serpent sleeps Sounds of birds and the sweetest smell Like ale in the air how could this be Then through the mist a land took shape the like our eyes had never seen A land of white and green and gold Hail Odin let us here make our home
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Odin way up in the sky Lord of all warriors I call Ride forth from Asgardhr and fly On Sleipnir across the heavens storm Your fire burns in my blood And strengthens my heart for the fight Not knowing if I'll win or fall Blood and steel will be the only truth tonight Over mountains into the storm I call upon the names of the gods Over mountains into the storm I ride Onward where the horizon meets the burning sky Sun rise the horizons in flames The calm before the storm as passed Banners and spears raised up high Soon our enemies will know our wrath Cast now your spear and rejoice For the great harvest of souls has come The swords of the fallen ones are within your reach For you one-eyed allfather god of victory
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Long far the winds of the north They call for me from Asgardhr in halls of gold the bronze horn I hear and my father's creed Their voices I hear For my blood for my folk for my honour for Odin
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Far in the mist of the highest mountain side Beyond the horizon to the north always further Where the storms are born and the wind sings the names Of the proud and the bold who fell in glorious battles Across the bridge of ice where Heimdallr guards the gates to the realm of eternal life for the fallen ones To enter the golden halls of heroes and stand before The lord of the slain and all kinsmen awaiting Countless shields of gold and spears like sun rays into my eyes open wide as I gaze as though it never ends My blood brothers gathered my ancestors I join As they bid me to take my place and feast at their side Pride fills my heart for my brothers to join I raise my horn As I sing songs of battle and blood And as the thunder it roars fists like hammers on wood When the all father enters hammer hearts beat as one Hail val father hail val father hail val father At the oaken table of Wotan we raise our horns Hail val father hail val father hail val father At the oaken table of Wotan we are as one Sing the song of pride and never ending honour With brothers at side my heart burns like fire For what greater glory can a warrior hope to gain Then to feast and fight in the great hall of the slain So weep not for me as I lay on a ship of flames On my last great journey beyond the misty horizons For already my soul joined mu ancestors and brothers Where runes are carved on shields of gold
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Hear me father I hail your name Listen to the song in the cold wind Chanting the sorrow of our once proud and pagan land When sword and spear mirrored the honour For which our ancestors fought and died for defending Folk faith gods our heritage of blood and soil O father your sword in my hand bleeds Hammer creed father your wisdom in my heart thunders From father to son as you did I shall do the same Pass down the pride in our blood and gods For it is the doom of our race if dies the pagan flame of Folk faith gods our heritage of blood and soil O father your sword in my hand bleeds Hammer creed Never forget your heritage passed down through blood From father to son never forget where you come from Hear me father I am your son through me your spirit will live on
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
A l'ombre des fjords seul le chant des eaux resonne Tel le tonnerre des dieux la voix de nos aieux Eternelle flamme qui en eux tous brula Illumine mon ame et guide moi sur la voie Bois et acier lame et bouclier Des coeurs paiens forges par des epreuves imposees Le grondement du marteau de guerre resonne en mous elevant la rage du combat telle des loups De vent et de froid de ma terre blanche et libre le cor parle souffle du nord sonne tous les coeurs purs A ne pas oublier la source de notre fierte A travers les ages sombres notre foi a perdure O forets et montagnes vastes plaines enneigees Inspire notre ame a pouvoir te rendre honneur Majestueuse et tragique est ton histoire Nostre terre des vents nordiques nous chantons ta gloire Et quand viendra lheure pour moi de rejoindre les miens lancer ma barque a leau par les flammes je meleverai Alors sonnez la grande corne de bronze vers le nord et sechez vos larmes dans la mort je suis fort
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
mes freres de combat tous a mes cotes de fieres lames et des couers eprouves tous fideles a la flamme qui a forge nos ames paienne en redoutable guerriers par le feu et le froid mous avons traverse par les larmes et le sang nos vies sont marquees et malgre les tenebres la lumiere du passe nous rappelle nos croyances jamais ne les oublier je leve ma corne a mes freres de l'epee de lances et de haches vous etes mon bouclier je leve ma corne a mes freres de mom sang dans la vie ou la mort mon honneur est mon serment Jen aprelle a vous tous qui mavez supporte sur la terre comme en mer nous avons guerroye pour un ultime combat ne pas abandonner le plus dur dentre tous et peut etre le dermier par le feu et le fer nous avons dedie notre vie a Odin seigneur des guerriers nos familles et nos terres nous devons proteger aux prix de notre sang si telle est notre destinee mes freres de combat tous a mes cotes de fieres lames et des couers eprouves tous fideles a la flamme qui a forge nos ames paienne en redoutable guerriers et quand viendra pour moi lheure de vous quitter Nayez pas le coeur lourd mais plutot festoyez Mes ancetres eu rejoints avec tant de fierte Jusquau jour ou vous memes au Valhalla me rejoindrez
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
The wind blows from the north the silent breath of this land where spirits of stream and stone dance in the deepest forest and mountains ageless reaching to the northern sky this landscape glorious in my eyes is where my blood forever flow their watching from up high the gods of my fathers Wotan's creation This land which was conquered by force For only the strongest shall prevail but look now all father can you see how the earth bleeds from all those who desecrate its soil time as come to raise our weapons of war Land of the free land of the brave Vinland arise and open your eyes See your sons for you are ready to die vinland my land proudly you stand Against modern time rise up and fight The fierceness in our eyes As wolves we gather warbrothers Now we must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Through flame gazing deep and silent Fire dance before my eyes Remembering the words of the elders The past suddenly comes alive Through fire and blood It roars like thunder in my heart The creed of ancestors long gone Whose pride burns still in my blood Strong pure my white heritage is my bond Through fire and blood In the forge of Wotan's hall Embers glow for all to see Iron purified through flames And forged into weapons of steel Through fire and blood Fire and ice bless these blades Most prized of all legacies blade and spirit heart and sword Will you fulfill my destiny Through fire and blood Our ways and our culture our gods and our kin In Wotan's eye pride and honour sing The warriors call all true men need to conquer all great foes and our fears With shields bright and swords of might Through blood and honour with strength we fight 'till all father stills my flame In battle bravely under the rain Through fire and blood Ravens circle high and low Fly forth the choosers of the slain I will go to halls up high Beyond the gates now open wide Through fire and blood Shields of gold shine as the sun and mead flows free from dusk till dawn At last I join my brothers all At the oaken table of Wotan lord Through fire and blood
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Darkness came and overshadowed our sun In this land where our ancestors lie in the earth With armours of silver steel and red banners flying In the wind as eagles in the sky Legions after legions trampling under foot our celtic soil And careless of what was sacred to us Cutting down our forests for their mighty fortress Taking what is ours stealing yet returning none Long our words were spoken by the fire as swords remained unsheated and spears leaned by the wall The strangers with tongues like serpents spoke of peace and friendship while their eyes gleamed with hate under the treacherous eyes of their gods we fell into the dark as our warrior king died Hope was lost as the sun fell behind the mist and then they came and took our children away Out from the ashes of despair rose a warrior proud and fair her red mane like fire Blessed by the gods of our folk her name spoken loud Would hold time itself in its call under one sword all the warrring tribes gathered all one fateful night and swore oaths of blood to her heathen hearts united by the blood of their fathers and their gods like wolves from pagan lands One by one they fell before the storm of celtic steel and burned by the flame of our might Hail our gods for they have made us strong and have guided our swords we are at victory's dawn But fate woud let her destiny unfold as is the doom of all heroes to fall before those they oppose Still never will her name be lost in time for as long as we remember the warrior queen with pride!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026