A Nordic Poem

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Child of atrocity - Progeny of Hel Son of maiden fell; Bound in dwarven chain Helpless roar in rage! Time for stars to fall Ragnarok’s inaugural call! Odin holds the prophecy scroll Release the beast! Fimbul winter comes Fires dying fast! Wolf-song rides the gale Frost whips with hail Release the beast! Gluten maws in bloody feast Fenris unbound The end is now!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Horned trolls and mystical folk Within the deep woods of twilight Ethereal misty fingers entwine Crooked boughs and mossy roots Smell of the rain soaked ground Yet hark! What be this sound Coming from afar? Haunting tunes, the fairy song They join in rings to dance Plucking fiddles hewn of oak Dwell in a citadel of fog Horned trolls and mystical folk! These horned trolls and mystical folk! They dwell in the brooks They dwell on the trees! They live under rock, They live by the sea! Astride frogs and dragon flies They travel far and wide Mortal dreamers they invite To their realm of ever light! Perchance in thy strangest dreams You glimpse fairies sound asleep, There by the creek, Yet deeper still They join in rings to dance Plucking fiddles hewn of oak Dwell in a citadel of fog Horned trolls and mystical folk! These horned trolls and mystical folk! They bless the land They bless the field, They whistle to me They whistle to you They whistle to the moon!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Great God of the storm, Ruler of the skies above, Mighty ever-warrior Thor Thy name we call Descend to Midgard Great God of the gloom, We summon you! Rhyming with thunder, chant the holy Galder! Modi, Thruder, Magni - Thor! Master of the tempest, lord of wintry call, Modi, Thruder, Magni. He is Thor, one and all! Swing thy holy hammer Warriors revel in the sight With swords upraised To hail the pouring rain I greet thee chariot rider, Frost giants’ bane! Never fall, always uphold this battle hymn of old! Mortal kinsmen die, As crops wither and subside Wealth is passing by Yet eternal remains a glorious deed’s name! A legacy of honor, legend for tomorrow! For what glory warriors await Once their heyday goes under Save a skald’s praise, rhyming with thunder? Swing thy holy hammer Warriors revel in the sight With swords upraised To hail the pouring rain I greet thee chariot rider, Frost giants’ bane! Never fall, always uphold this battle hymn of old! Rhyming with thunder, chant the holy Galder! Modi, Thruder, Magni - Thor! Master of the tempest, lord of wintry call, Modi, Thruder, Magni – He is Thor, one and all!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Spirit of the ash tree Dweller in the oak, Thy realm I wish to traverse; I whisper the ancient verse Whisper the ancient verse Passage safe to earn. Gods of the earth, You who made sylvan breath Hear now my spells Hear now my spells As I flirt nightshade In pagan forests primeval Where dusk enthroned is king! Once upon a day On the wings of fairytale, Shamanic paths I take Where in adoration Wolves to the moon bay; To the moon bay Another figure I become Inside the sylvan canvass Hidden, away far from your world I have ridden! Spireless lands await me In a world of elder magecraft Elven runes engraved Upon hyperborean skies Like stars arrayed. The man in black There he awaits; And there’s no coming back! Forest calling to mine ear Distant echoes of the Dryad. Enthralled I stand by this woodland melody… Upon the altar of yew Before Fangorn’s palace, The Elven heart is beating; Rhythm of my breathing My hands lie bleeding Dagger bitten grimly An offering of life To ethereal folk I sing… An eerie moon beckons me Gnarled boughs whistle Attuned to a magic wind, Call of elder arts I hearken! Rings of stones, Idols of crows Whilst primordial wonders stir the air Trees lively welcome me In this mystical realm Of eldritch sorcery and Faery runes… Faery runes...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

"And lo, do I see my father And lo, do I see my mother And my sisters and my brothers And the line of my people, Back to the beginning... And lo, they do call me, In the halls of Valhalla Where the brave may live forever!" From death’s embrace I awaken Clutching the sword my life had taken; Roofs thatched with gold Songs of warriors old In Odin's court My eyes behold splendor untold! What be this place? What maiden brought my soul herein? These are the halls Of glorious Valhalla! Step forth ye hammerheart, Blessed champion of the Gods! Heimdall will guard it Vidar will welcome In Odin’s court our Einherjer brethren! Come o beloved of the Raven, Feast on flesh and mead; Forever and all time ‘Till Ragnarok arrives! These are the halls Of mighty Valhalla! Heimdall will guard it Vidar will welcome In Odin’s court In Odin's court I return to the ancient tree; What was, shall forever be Every niche resounds eternally Warlike triumphant song There, in Odin’s court!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Hammers of thunder temper a storm Wailing the winds descend from the North Dragons awaken in their sanctums of frost Three hundred berserkers strong Sail a’ Viking ere the break of dawn! Plunder in the East Raze village - burn monasteries Wicked thralls of this pale Christ "In our heart we know no fear In our eyes swells no tear. Should death we meet today Let it be so: Crowned in glory we shall fall!" Storm Ravens sweep me away Howl blood to the wintry sway, In Valhalla for me Odin shall await! Call beyond the nightly sky The brave who lost their lives Howl blood to the wintry sway, In Valhalla for me Odin shall await! Crowned in glory we shall fall!" Storm Ravens sweep me away Howl blood to the wintry sway, In Valhalla for me Odin shall await! Feel the rage of the Aesir and die! Storm Ravens come With swords blessed by the Gods… Raging and furious In battle they stand victorious Twin ravens soaring high Feel the rage of the Aesir and die! Storm Ravens come

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

En sommarnatt Värmen ligger tät Söver och lätt bedövar Men Harald, han Sover inte sött Något hans sömn berövar Flickan brevid Hon var nätt och grann Fager som månens strimma Harald nervös Vågar inte be Om dansen i nattens timma Dansen i nattens timma Men när solen tittar fram Han långsamt sträcker ut sin hand Och tar henne uti sin famn Att dansa i gryningens timma När ljuset lyfter nattens fång Och snärjer den med gryningssång Han bju'r henne på en svängom Att dansa i gryningens timma Att dansa i gryningens timma Natten var mörk Men är snart förbi Gryningen är på ingång Den lockar trollskt Med färglekar i skyn Att bjuda upp till solsång Harald bestämt Reser sig upp Tar modet sitt till fånga Tar ett andetag Tänker tillbaks På ensamma nätter långa Ensamma nätter långa

When the Moon still was young and the mountains were tall In the realm of the Tuatha De Danann, My delight was the sound of the hammer and forge Shaping bronze into weapons of war When the Heroes of Dawn put the giants to the sword Strong was Cuchulain and shining was Lugh They would sing to the wind with a falcon at their fist Hymns of Gaelic valor I remember the day when their ships filled the sea And the emblems of Rome hid the sky, When the ninth legion marched to subdue the Red Queen And the sons of the Goddess Danann Then the Heroes of Dawn put the Romans to the sword Strong like Cuchulain and shining like Lugh They would fight skyclad, and to please the Morrigan Die for Gaelic valor Now the Moon’s in eclipse and the skies breed a storm O’er the realm of the Tuatha De Danann, My lament shall be heard for the fires ashen cold And the anvils resounding no more Now the Heroes of Dawn sleep in mounds underground Cuchulain forgotten - forgotten is Lough, Who shall sing to the wind, shed his tears to fill the sea For the lost Gaelic valor?

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

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