Rulers of the Sea

Iron legions march Hunting down the enemy See them curs on the run Spare no one but one One to tell the tale Of our fearsome array One to spread the word That blood and honor are reborn! Blood and honor call In the voice of the dead Roll back the stone And claim thy father's sword! I will stand by your side Though long-lost be the fight We will hold the line Like three hundred Spartans brave Those who bleed with me Shall my true brothers be And should we fall this day In Valhalla we'll meet again! Blood and honor call In the voice of the dead Roll back the stone And claim thy father's sword!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Far from these relentless shores Beyond these mountains tall Shine the stars diamond bright And light our path cross the churning sea... A haunted wind fills our sails Driving us through the foam Pull hard on the oars ten score leagues To cross before we greet the dawn! For Odin and for Thor For Balder and for Tyr We're sailing the sea! By conquest and steel By the right of our might We're the rulers of the sea We see the sun that rises Bloody behind the horizon It's reflection in our eyes Eager for the storm of swords! Our voices take up the song Of courage, fearless ar war We're stronger that before The berserkers are marching on! For Odin and for Thor For Balder and for Tyr We're sailing the sea! By conquest and steel By the right of our might We're the rulers of the sea

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

A long long tuime ago crusader warriors Decided to declare war upon The men of Vytautas the Great and Jogaila Who took up the challenge of the foe Laid out was the plan And summoned were the warrior Destined to go forth to enemy lands! Hail! Hail! Vytautas the Great March! March into fire and war Hail! Hail! Vytautas the Great Crusader warriors started to attack And fell upon the swarms Of Vytautas the Great Kindled was a fight, a fight to the death Not one brave soul was lost that day! Hail! Hail! Vytautas the Great March! March into fire and war Hail! Hail! Vytautas the Great The legions of Vytautas the Great Fought bravely and proud After a long-tasting battle Crusader warriors finally surrender Hail! Hail! Vytautas the Great March! March into fire and war Hail! Hail! Vytautas the Great

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

By the rune stone he stands A lone wanderer from afar Wolves gathered round in packs Poetry he chants Weaving magick strands Lord of the spear Welcome to our land Our hospitality for a god Pray tell us where you've been Storyteller wise one (And the Raven god recounts many a saga) Under a roof of gold With the rainbow forever in sight Dwell warriors bold They taste the mead of the wind Always loud they sing When in the sky Wild thunder strikes Thy ravens come again! One eyed god, father mighty of all With swords upraised to the crystal dome Of a sky wherein thy ravens fly We're so proud so strong, forever free! God of poets, god of magic From your breath the four winds blow From your eyes the eternal flame flows From your lips the oath of fire is sealed Wodem, I am your true son and heed honor's call! I fight for thee and in thy name shed blood and bane! Vidurr the destroyer – master of havoc, unrivaled warrior! Hnikarr the inflamer – rde above the sea dragon slayer Sigford, father of victory – thine gifts I seek on the battlefield tonight Yggr – terror of Frankia and eastern men Conquer all the world In this star enarmored night We raise our horns – salute the sky! When in the sky Wild thunder strikes Thy ravens come again!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Long years have gone by Years of slavery and shame Until the time torise up and fight To claim freedom for my land, came! Epirus shall be no more under the yoke Of the Ottoman invaders and their foul hordes! I am s son of a Byzantine empire Hellenic is the blood that pumps in my heart! Black is the eagle that flies on my flag Porphyry skies surrounding ebon wings Men hoist high the battle standart of the Empire Freedom is word we sing across the land! Mongrels of the Sultan Goaded here for blood You shall know me by name And shiver when I come... In Christendom the princes Call me lord Kastriotis And to the Muslims I am known As Iskender Bey the fierce! Black is the eagle that flies on my flag Porphyry skies surrounding ebon wings Men hoist high the battle standart of the Empire Freedom is word we sing across the land! Betrayed by the west And left alone to fight I held the line of defense With but a handful of men! Our swords shall mark The dawn of victory Or a hero's grave Wherein we'll rest For all eternity – just like our kin Descended from Hercules Returning with our shield Or as corpses dorne upon it!

Only ravening chaos was there at first Wherein enthroned sat it's overlord Kronos the terrible immortal god Ruling with a malignant iron heart... Then came the fire giving shape into Gaia The immortals took their place on the peak Of mighty Olympus and in Erebus deep The sky unfolded wings and night came creeping in... How wonderfully shines the living light The first daybreak at the dawn of time On anvils divine a mortal world is forged Cosmogenesis, the mystic maelstorm The valleys evergreen crossed by rivers crystalline Became the palaces of Nymphs The mystic wind that first blew through the woods Taught the Satyrs to sing... And in the depths of the sea, in chambers of ebony Cyclopses and Titants dwell, held in thrall by Zeus Hail the fathergod that would raise the progeny of Chaos Into the light, away from tyranny and into the day! How wonderfully shines the living light The first daybreak at the dawn of time On anvils divine a mortal world is forged Cosmogenesis, the mystic maelstorm

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

In a land where no road leads On shores where no wave breaks There is an inn, thatched with autumn leaves Wherein dwell all the minstrels of yore... Wayfarer of life come take thy rest There's a crackling fire and there is ale... We will sing of elder days and better times We will sing you what your heart desires! From the four corners of the earth We have come bearing many a tune Stomp your feet – let the feast begin! Drink up and sing along all night long! We conjure on our magic strings Tales of valor, love and bloody war See the heroes ride, see the maidens yearn Legends come to life when we play for you! Everything is possible, all can be true Just listen to the song that echoes within you We strike up a melody of your wildest dreams As history collides with mythic songs of Yore! From the four corners of the earth We have come bearing many a tune Stomp your feet – let the feast begin! Drink up and sing along all night long! Recite a nordic poem with voice clear and keen By the sword of my father, swear the sacred oath! See the drakkars appear out of the silvering mist Your every step is guided by the father of victory! Return once again to the Fatherland that bore you Know full well where you're coming from And only then the compass of your soul Will point to the path you are bound to follow! From the four corners of the earth We have come bearing many a tune Stomp your feet – let the feast begin! Drink up and sing along all night long!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

I was born on the drow of thunder And an icy takes I slaked my thirst For blood from corpses torn asunder Odin has placed a sword in my fist I am fire! And in battle I burn higher! I am fire! To kill is my desire! My soul is aflame with Odin's fire! Know my name, Berserker! As I sate the sword Scream my name berserker! Cry havoc, the wolf is in the fold! See them run like fucking sheep From jaws of steel that seek to rend My delight is in this bloody deed I am fire! And in battle I burn higher! I am fire! To kill is my desire! My soul is aflame with Odin's fire!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Blessed Paean – alas! You find these days Shadowed by greed and loathsome treachery Yet hark! There is music still in our hearts For the lyre of Apollo now lights our path Leader of Muses, weave thy tunes Now sweet the Doris melodies Enrapture our souls and minds Dragon slayer, delphic archer The eyes that sees all from above O living light, music personified Olympian God wielding cosmic force Day-bringer, golden-haired Thy grace divine knows no end Pluck a string – unleash the spring Sing thy songs and revive our world From winter's fire a spark doth bring The quickening of ancient pride within In the fell clutch of materialistic creeds Mortal thoughts beguiled and ecstasies false Have come to pass and take control But light still dwells behind mountains cold Apollo, thy glory is yet remembered When thy lyre shall be restrung And thy songs of life resung Then Elysian Fields shall be our home again O living light, music personified Olympian God wielding cosmic force Day-bringer, golden-haired Thy grace divine knows no end Day-bringer, golden-haired Thy grace divine knows no end Pluck a string – unleash the spring Sing thy songs and revive our world From winter's fire a spark doth bring The quickening of ancient pride within

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Look up to the stars The deep velvet black Of a primordial night Etched with dying lights... If your eyes be keen And they can perceive Ну shall see them coming The lords of celestial empires When the gods doth return The dragon will be put to death When the gods doth return The land of light shall welcome them When the gods doth return Songs forgotten and arcane will be heard See the comet's trail That bizarre cyan blaze A fleet is on the way To save us from the apostates Take up your sword And none it the moonlight Brother chose your side In the fight of all time When the gods doth return The dragon will be put to death When the gods doth return The land of light shall welcome them When the gods doth return Songs forgotten and arcane will be heard When the gods doth return The sound of joy will fill the air The rightful rulers of this earth Shall be enthroned once again When the gods doth return Fear of the dark will be no more When the gods doth return Thy shadows shall vanish forevermore

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Cold black curls frame her ivory face The chiseled features of an Aphrodite in tears Her body trembles, as she takes one last walk Magnificent and beautiful in it's fragile elegance... One last walk through the cloisters of home To see her little white doves flying around To see the sun shimmering cross the Aegean sea To smell the fragrant thyme of the hills in spring O byzantine princess wither will you go? Thou art too young too radiant to be a wife How does your heart bear to leave this land And marry a barbarian as your father did command? Her eyes are the color of cinnamon and honey Her garments glimmer gold in the summer time What sad fate awaits thee fair maid? Why do you cry? Fair and desperate thou art – like Helen of Troy... Highborn she may be but nothing but a pawn In the grander scheme of imperial politics And so she has to go, as will so many more To seal a pact with europe's barbarian lords She took with her the arts, the light of her fatherland A dowry far more great than gold and jewels combined And she brought to distant lands the grace that delivered Europe from the night and raised her to the sunlit sky...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025