Balder's Lament

The might of Beliskner Streaks across the sky: Blue Lightning cracks And white fire roars! The power of Beliskner Echoes through the stars: Cyan flames burst out Of the thunder hall! With Asgard behind, on To the thunder hall! Eineriar brave, come To the house of Thor! Our enemies laid low By the hammer of Thor! Five hundred rooms And even forty more Where the great God Dwells on high above! Don't fear the dark night, The serpent, the trolls: A light burns forever In mighty Beliskner's halls! Our enemies laid low By the hammer of Thor! Five hundred rooms And even forty more Where the great God Dwells on high above! The might of Beliskner Streaks across the sky: Blue Lightning cracks And white fire roars! The power of Beliskner Echoes through the stars: Cyan flames burst out Of the thunder hall! When thy doom is sealed And Fate seems cruel to be, Skywards turn your gaze And fill your heart with hope: There is a place up there Of wonders and of awe - Call to Thor and he shall heed Though far he may yet be... Our enemies laid low By the hammer of Thor! Five hundred rooms And even forty more Where the great God Dwells on high above! Our enemies laid low By the hammer of Thor!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Flying up from you, o men, The ship of the beautiful one Raises sails of woven gold And heads out to horizons far... The high lord of men, The most beloved God, Bealdor, thy name we call! Warlord, come back from above! Where Baldr is now? Where is our God? Tears weep my eyes, A sigh laments my heart! They say that he's fallen, Struck by an arrow, Or cut down by word,: They say he is no more... He was the sun, the light Of life's every dawn: He was red in the clouds When dusk would spread out... Flying up from you, o men, The ship of the beautiful one Raises sails of woven gold And heads out to horizons far... The high lord of men, The most beloved God, Bealdor, thy name we call! Warlord, come back from above!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

From the Volga to Bosphorus Our dragon-prows now doth rule; From the North and as far East As the fabled City of the Kings! From the Volga to Bosphorus Our horde has known no defeat! From the North and as far West As Greenland's grim, frostbitten Hel! From the Volga to Bosphorus, Pull relentless on the oars! From the night into the day Fortune's on our side, boys! From the Volga to Bosphorus Raise your voices in this song: We come with swords of steel in hand Shouted the warriors And plans they laid out On how to win this battle... Shouted the warriors And plans they laid out On how to win this battle... From the Volga to Bosphorus Our dragon-prows now doth rule; From the North and as far East As the fabled City of the Kings! From the Volga to Bosphorus Our horde has known no defeat! From the North and as far West As Greenland's grim, frostbitten Hel! From the Volga to Bosphorus Resound roars of berserkergang! From the mountains to the sea Burn the pyres of victory! From the Volga to Bosphorus Odin's fires doth rain down! From the sea we came as beasts With dragon-claw and monster-lust! Vikings preparing for the fight, Climbing aboard their ships - And in the cold of early morn They raise their swords! From the North and as far West As Greenland's grim, frostbitten Hel! From the Volga to Bosphorus Resound roars of berserkergang! From the mountains to the sea Burn the pyres of victory! From the Volga to Bosphorus Odin's fires doth rain down! From the sea we came as beasts With dragon-claw and monster-lust! From the Volga to Bosphorus Our dragon-prows now doth rule! Over waves, past Kraken-teeth, We leave behind Gibraltar... The horizon's embers slowly fade As we bid the sun a last farewell: Vikings preparing for the fight, Climbing aboard their ships - And in the cold of early morn They raise their swords!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Farewell my son, You best be on your way: The longship is awaiting you, A great journey lies ahead - Bid the North farewell, And then be on thy way! You will wake in distant lands, Over the sea, far away, in Greece... Your only friend will be thy sword! For you are off to be a Varang, Join the emperor's fighting men, Will you ever see our Gotland When silver streaks your hair? Or will you die forgotten in the East On the scorching sands Of some strange battlefield... Be strong, be brave and bold - Fear no pain, no enemy eyes Be strong, be brave and bold - Fear no pain, no enemy eyes So that Odin may honor you! You will also see the City, That they call the jewel of Romany, Far more fair and bright Than anything you thought This Earth could ever hold... So, say now farewell, Farewell to the North!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Pallid dawn arrives, Sets a sickly sun alight As we march in line 'Ere we embrace the fight! Caught in our shields the light Flashes a death's head white - The enemy yonder is a shiver With the cruel spell of fear! A bitter taste's on my tongue, A blackness pounds in my heart: Revenge! Wrought by sword, axe and spear, Steeped in the havoc that is to come: Revenge! And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand on judgment takes hold, Warlord in the brooding sky above - Count me among thy heroes of old! "Battle-frenzy serves the brave In skull-hewn cups of frothing red The crimson wine of battle, the draught Of immortality from the vineyards of war!"

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

In the dead of night, Through tendrils of mist, Odin gabbing spells Conjure up the Volga! "Silence, sons of Men! Listen to my words - For I along, recall a time Before the giants came... The world was empty 'till The sons of Burr did lift The green of Lands from Seas: And time thus began its race... Well, would you know more? The Volga's eyes see your death, The flames that Asgard burn, The corpse-wings of Nidhogg... Well, would you know more? The Volga's eyes see your death. Well, would you know more? The Volga's eyes can see the gold That Durinn's dwarven folk On their mountain-thrones crave... I sink now, I sink - Back into oblivion, Where visions spring I sink now, I sink..."

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Thunraz, dweller in the oak Heathen! hasten from above Bless my arms with strength The power to slay giants of frost Thunraz, dweller in the oak Heathen! hasten from above Thunor the old, god of the storm My fists, like Mjolnir shall be: Hammers of thunder, lightning The vessels of might for Donar's wrath Thunor the old, god of the storm My fists, like Mjolnir shall be: Hammers of thunder, lightning The vessels of might for Donar's wrath Noble art thou, protector of men Leader and first 'mongst our ranks Bring down thy fire - it shall be ours A shield over our heads A shirt of mail over our breast The hammer of Donar Is tearing apart The black clouds that block The glorious sun Thunor the old, god of the storm My fists, like Mjolnir shall be: Hammers of thunder, lightning The vessels of might for Donar's wrath Awe-struck and dumb Our enemies shall stand At the sight of the hammer In Donar's hand

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

He speaks not a word, For he has nothing left to say - He has seen it all, Even though he has one eye... He right hand is death, His left is called revenge - An axe and a sword, The fury of the Gods! Scars line his body Forming runes of power - He is invincible, He knows no remorse! A broken man, He has no name Nor voice to cry - He is driven by hate! A broken man He is driven by hate! A warrior of the clans, A Viking by blood - No man ever stood a chance Facing him on the field! Silence is a fiend That consumes his heart, Whispers in his ear And guides his killing hand!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

They call us the Varangs - Bearers of two-handed swords, The pelekyfori with the dread axes: The Emperor's wine-sacks! Sons of the North we are - Swedes and Danes, men of Norge: The berserker-blood is strong within us - It is a fire that only wine can quench... We'll drink the empire dry, We'll empty the cellar tonight Raise a toast to thunder-Gods In the shadow of Hagia Sofia! Sons of the North we are - Swedes and Danes, men of Norge: The berserker-blood is strong within us - It is a fire that only wine can quench... We'll drink the empire dry, We'll empty the cellar tonight Raise a toast to thunder-Gods In the shadow of Hagia Sofia! Loyal to the end, the warrior elite: We are the only thing that stands Between hoary Death's icy hand And the Emperor's diademed head! We'll drink the empire dry, We'll empty the cellar tonight Raise a toast to thunder-Gods In the shadow of Hagia Sofia! Call us what you will, Easterlings: We are rulers of the battlefield! We strike like the hammer of Thor And drink in wine the whole sea of Njord!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

The The mountains rang with the song Of hammers 'pon the anvil of storms! Red flaming gold - The flames danced in the forge! Dwarf-smiths pounded on the ore To shape the hammer of Thor! Before the first dawn of Time, When the Moon was not The stars reigned alone on high... Before Valhalla's Hall was roofed, When men could speak with wolves And Odin has both eyes... The flames danced in the forge! Dwarf-smiths pounded on the ore To shape the hammer of Thor! When Bifrost unguarded lay, 'Ere the first rainbow sprung And the pot was bereft of gold... Before the oceans rose, When the monoliths were young And the ravens knew it all... The The mountains rang with the song Of hammers 'pon the anvil of storms! Red flaming gold - The flames danced in the forge! Dwarf-smiths pounded on the ore To shape the hammer of Thor!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025