Sons of the North

In the lands where winter is king, Where deep forests primeval still Crown brooding mountain-peaks, There reign as lords the sons of the North! The Viking blood is strong in them, They descend from a race feared by men - Their Drakkars are seen ploughing the sea, Their swords are carved with runes of doom! When the skies seem pregnant with storm, When the church bells sounds the alarm, Pray for your life to your false God - For here come the mighty sons of the North! Where there's a fight, In land or at sea, The sons of the North Are eager to plunge Into the fray's very midst! Berserker rage taking control: Their eyes go wild, they snarl like beasts, Fear befalls all their enemies! They clash their swords against their shields, They sing a song of blood and war, They're ready to kill in the name of Thor! The Viking blood is strong in them, They descend from a race feared by men - Their Drakkars are seen ploughing the sea, Their swords are carved with runes of doom!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Rider on the winds, Master of the skies: Thor! Menace from above, Thy hammer raise aloft! Beneath the punding wheels Of your chariot, We'll stand in steadfast lines! Beneath the thunder bolts Shooting from thy eyes We'll charge the field of war And raise the battle cry! Rider on the winds, Master of the skies: Thor! Menace from above, Thy hammer raise aloft! Swords on shields collide Spears in flesh are lodged: The din of havoc deafens me As my heart starts beat berserk! We fall upon the foe - Like a tide of steel and woe! Thirsty for the fruit Of carnage blood and gore! Rider on the winds, Master of the skies: Thor! Menace from above, Thy hammer raise aloft! Thor, warlord of the world Bless our blades this dawn - For you are like we are: A warrior next to none!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Lift up your swords Drive off the enemy! Take arms Protect our homes! This sacred land is forever ours, Inheritance of the legendary Viking gods. This stretch of frozen forest and beyond Hov. as far as the eyes can see, are the birthplace of our holy civilization. Preserve the Viking's legacy at all costs Slay without guilt! Die without fear! Our victory is already written in the runes Lift up your swords Drive off the enemy! Take arms Protect our homes! The blood flowing faster through our veins Is awakening our inner ruthlessness Elated by surrounding death we uncover the true Viking nature confusing and fazing our opponents Lightning, resounding victory is ours Make no prisoners! No remission! Slay without guilt! Die without fear! Elated by surrounding death we uncover the true Viking nature Lift up your swords Drive off the enemy! Take arms Protect our homes!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I am the lord of serpents and Trolls, I am the bringer of death and of woe! I am the scourge of the immortal Gods, My name is a curse - I am Loki! Entombed and silent, In the bowels of the Earth - My minions slowly gnaw At the root of Yggdrasill In the darkest cavern, Forgotten by time And hated by all - I await the time to come For me to rise again, And rule upon the Earth! So it is written And so it shall be done - That on the day of days, On the dawn of Ragnarok, I shall muster my hordes And bring the Aesir to their knees I am the lord of serpents and Trolls, I am the bringer of destruction and death! I am the enemy of man, the foe of the Gods, My name is a curse - I am Loki! I am the lord of serpents and Trolls, I am the general of Naglfar's host! I am the punished bastard son, My name is a curse - I am Loki!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

A wind arose one day from the North And it did call to the sons Odin's host - Ships they prepared and weapons of war, Then raised their sails to this glorious wind! Far, far away! And away further still! Vikings are sailing headed for the East; What pallid fear o'ertakes their enemies When they spot afar Drakkars in the mist! A wind arose one day from the North Calling to the warriors of mighty Thor - Ships they prepared and weapons of war, Then raised their sails to this glorious wind! They fight by day and feast by night, They know no quarter, no defeat - Grim were the lands that bore them, Grimmer still they have become A wind arose one day from the North Blowing in the hearts of those loyal to Tyr; Ships they prepared and weapons of war, Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Odin's two ravens are on the wing - See them soaring o'er the battlefield: Their deep, dark eyesare fixed On the honored dead that lie thereon Ravens on the wing - With coarse voices sing An epitaph of glorious deeds Of the fallen Vikings! Spreading their black wings, Coal-hued feathers in the wind - They fly etched against the bright And spotless morning sky Memory and thought, They remember and they revere The warriors who fought well But feast upon the eyes of cravens dead Ravens on the wing - With coarse voices sing An epitaph of glorious deeds Of the fallen Vikings! With the setting of the sun They return to Valhalla To sit on the shoulders Of the one-eyed god

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Forth! Northmen, forth! Odin wills it - Into the red embrace of war, To fight and die for the Gods! We are the crusaders In a pagan holy war; We are the sons That battle bore In her blood clotted womb: We fear no man, Giant or beast... Forth! Northmen, forth! Odin wills it - Into the red embrace of war, To fight and die for the Gods! We are the crusaders In a pagan holy war; We are the heirs Of the slain on the field - Their destiny ours shall be And glory everlasting We will share in the hall That lies overhead, Where heroes sit and drink Awaiting for us all...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

When the day doth break It shall not remember the night Save for an ebon speck in the sky: Our banner in the wind caught high! Cravens wished they could forget, Traitors tried to bury our fame - But our true glory doth shine Across the oceans of time... Panthers of steel growl As they approach the field - Black Knights all around Fight and know no retreat! Proud and strong, warriors all, The drum of thunder rolls - High above the enflamed sky, To victory or Valhalla it calls! When we march to the front It's not our weapons you should fear, But the Devil himself who rides on our side! We will laugh at each step, as we trample the foe! Wherever we pass, castles shall fall and cities shall burn And we laugh at each step, as we trample the foe! When we return, you will know our songs You will fear the point of our spears - When the legionnaires enter the Fatherland Hailed as victors, heroes returning at long last! Panthers of steel growl As they approach the field - Black Knights all around Fight and know no retreat! Proud and strong, warriors all, The drum of thunder rolls - High above the enflamed sky, To victory or Valhalla it calls!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Sacrifice to the winds Sacrifice to Lord Njord - Pray our sails be full of wind, Pray the stars fix our course... When the sun doth rise Men, bid ye farewell To your children and wife - And come, let's catch the tide! To Vinland we sail, The ocean calls our name! To Vinland we sail, To conquest, as is our fate! Like monsters at sea, The waves are a' rising Threatening to devour Our dragon-headed prow... We lost many a brave To the depths of the abyss, We'll miss many a sword When the battles begin... To Vinland we sail, The ocean calls our name! To Vinland we sail, To conquest, as is our fate! After long months of brine And whipped by the winds, Through the fortress of mist We beheld land in the East... A glad song was on our lips, Our eyes were alight With the joy of the few That have seen certain death, Laughed in its face And lived to tell the tale... To Vinland we sail, The ocean calls our name! To Vinland we sail, To conquest, as is our fate!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Defying the storm, the lash of the waves, Our Drakkars are advancing Fearless upon the raging seas we sail! Our Dragon prow is emerging From the mist of a winter's morning Or the dying gleam of day: Upon the fury of the ocean we ride With the wind caressing our hair And the brine biting into our eyes, The frost that invades The warmth of a heart... Defying the storm, the lash of the waves, Our Drakkars are advancing Fearless upon the raging seas we sail! The standard of the hammer Atop the mast we hoisted high A talisman of Mjolner Around our neck we hung: To invoke all Fates benign And offer sacrifice - To Njord, the sea-faring God, A mariner across the stars That through the night Us mortals guide...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025