Songs of Yore (acoustic)

Marios Koutsoukos-lyrics Becky-music, celtic harp, Fabio-flute Laura-violen Hildr Valkyrie-vocals Come my love, we'll leave this here land- I'll take you far by paths no mortal knows In an emerald garden, under new-born stars And there my love we could be as once before... I'll make you a gown of lilies and pearls To wear on the day we exchange vows In an emerald garden, under an azure sky, There my dear child we could love as before...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 16, 2025

Marios Koutsoukos-lyrics Simon Müller-music, acoustic guitar, flute, tin whistle Hildr Valkyrie-vocals Andrey Yakovlev-accordian He who alone faces thousands, He who stands when all kneel, He who walks where few dare, He whose voice speaks the truth... Is a true man of honor, A spirit unbowed; And in his chest is a'pounding A warrior's heart! He who holds virtue sacred, He who loves the Fatherland, He who fights for his people, He who surrenders to none... Is a true man of honor, A spirit unbowed; And in his chest is a'pounding A warrior's heart! He whose sould has no price, He whose eyes are not dark, He whose sword brings justice, He whose name is put to song... Is a true man of honor, A spirit unbowed; And in his chest is a'pounding A warrior's heart!

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 16, 2025

Summer's breeze blowing through their mane Wild horses of the purest breed! Ride! Onward to battle, onwards like the wind Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail! Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye... Bloodlust is nigh, for a rider and steed Alike as they ride, pressing to the fight! The banners are high and so's the battle cry, The trampling of hooves of the purest breed! Ride! Onwards to battle, onwards like the wind Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail! Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye... Bloodlust is nigh, for a rider and steed Alike as they ride, pressing to the fight! Wild horses of the purest breed Born to the steppes defiant to the cold Cozak worriors of the purest breed Loyal to the Czar, they defy death! Summer's breeze blowing through their mane wild horses of the purest breed! Ride! Onward to battle, onwards like the wind Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 16, 2025

Father of victory My life I lay down to thee Steep me in majesty And forth send thy Valkyries! Father of victory My sword I offered unto thee Crown me for eternity In Valhalla now welcome me! Father of victory Behold! Your true son am i As einherjer I stand In your honor for to fight! Father of victory Thou who reings supreme Ride wild a hunting O'er fires on the battlefield

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 16, 2025

In the days of yore The royal hunt was on Loud bayed the hounds As Gediminas set forth In the holy woods Of old Sventaragis He laid down to rest Beneath an ancinet oak And dreamt as only dream The men who would be kings! He saw the iron wolf Ride monstrous on the hill He heard the iron wolf Howl like hundreds of it's kin! Tearing from the veils of sleep His heart was a wild drumbeat He sought the counsel of the gods Through Lizdeika's wise words: "What is destined for thee, let it be! Great Duke, unite thy people and be king!" Fear not the iron wolf He shall be thy fort! And in him shall dwell All the rulers of thy line And the glory of their deeds Shall resound like wolf-song Thoughout the ancient world!

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 16, 2025

Marios Koutsoukos-lyrics Simon Müller-music, Acoustic Guitar, Thin Whistle, and Flute Hildr Valkyrie-vocals No paler a star than Luna herself Arose beside Venus when night settled in; The eye of the heavens o'er Hastings beholds The Norman and the Saxon lying side by side, Drenched in red blood, still clinging to their swords, They fought for the dominion of Albion's lands. Yet who proved the strongest, hardly a man can tell; Whose God prevailed? Christ or the Old Faith? The days shall come, the nights shall pass And the grass will grow on the mounds, alas! The wind laments across Hastings' vale, It still remembers the sound of swords being crossed, The poignant yells the sound of fury, the fire and the blood! And though centuries may pass, And tall on Hastings grow the grass, Remember that terrible day of swords, Remember the warriors whose lives were lost- Remember Hastings and shed a tear for it's ghost!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 16, 2025

Stars a glimmer in a valley sheer Steel is drawn and shines in moonlight The heavens quake then pour heavy rain Thunders announce the bloody battle's eve... The wheel of the sun is carved on my shield And so are the runes of Thor on my sword! Odin's blood has blessed my spear Invincible I am Dare stand in my path! We crossed the sea in a dragon-ship We braved the fury of the waves We've come here for war, we bring woe Fires that shall burn high and rise to the sky! Odin ride forever by our side Thy will is grim but it will be done! Tyr embrace in thy might your sons Freyja weave thy spell of magic... The wheel of the sun is carved on my shield And so are the runes of Thor on my sword! Odin's blood has blessed my spear Invincible I am Dare stand in my path!

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 16, 2025

Oft I have seen Many a brilliant star to fade And night came creeping in to usurp that once shinning place... Long ago I was a mariner A viking conqueror... I sailed far with Erik the Red And a hundred brave men! What glory remains Of these ancient days? What songs will be sung In the days to come? Under hostile skies I have slept On the heardrest of the sword And dreamt of past glories long Now gone forevermore... I saw the fire that burns within The mystic caverns of Thule I journeyed to a world forlorn Where shades weep forevermore... Blackened by dragon's breath Under arrows I have dreamt Of the billows that caress The shores of home again and again... What glory remains Of the ancient days? What songs will be sung in the days and years to come? Alas! I've grown too old And my days are numbered... I neither have the strength Nor fire that I once did...

Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 16, 2025

Following Avon's crystal path I pass'd by Warwick by chance Where I came across a mansion Standing gauntly on a low bluff... He was brave and he was bold He was in love with the daughter of his lord She would not have him She would not care So he went afar to win her hand... Germania's rose he set free And put Saracens to the sword He laid low monstrous beasts Yet love he did not win... He faced the Danes And saved the day-King Athelstan Did praise his name... But bereft of love He turned to god And shut himself away from men... Then I awoke and realized I had slept in his death-bed...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 16, 2025

Charles Martel, the day will come again I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage! Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve You dyed Malmedy blood-red! Tours recall the glory of your hosts Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! The crescent moon you drove back to the sea Once and for all... And when the sound of battle horns Shall keenly fill the air anon We'll rise with pride our banner high And answer to our king's call! Charles Martel, the day will come again I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage! Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve You dyed Malmedy blood-red! Tours recall the glory of your hosts Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! The crescent moon you drove back to the sea Once and for all... Even when the horns of war Shall echo in the fields no more When in tatters hangs our flag And empty be the throne of Franks We'll still keep watch by night to see Charles Marterl return again! Rest now my king but light be thy sleep Thy foes still covet thy crown... Charles Martel, the day will come again I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage! Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve You dyed Malmedy blood-red! Tours recall the glory of your hosts Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! The crescent moon you drove back to the sea Once and for all...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 16, 2025

Simon Müller-music, acoustic Guitar, and Flute Marios Koutsoukos-lyrics Hildr Valkyrie-vocals Andrey Yakovlev-accordian The cock crew in the morning, I arose and went to the fields Holding but a handful of seeds; First I did sow then I did plough- I prayed for rain to come down: I prayed to Thor to burden the clouds I looked up with hopes of a sky Heavy, impregnated by a storm, That would bring to life once more My last handful of seeds; I dreamt of the barely rich on the fields, Would that I had a scythe To reap all day long and thens ome more, So as I could keep my storehouse filled And put bread and ale upon my table... Pray the Gods hear me, Pray the wind bears my plea afar- To the fields on high Where immortals turn the soil And blessings ripen like fruit On the trees that guards vigilant The fragrant orchards of Freyja...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 16, 2025