Prophecy and Judgement
Soft sing the wind, Voice if the shore Murmuring tides, Chorus of the north Land of our birth, God-seed Ship striking waves, Sails cleave the sky Foreboding banner, Fate comes to life Mail-clad hordes spell "doom" for the land we one knew From rockiest shores, on shining seas astride Vengeful the swords, from guarded havens wide Battle-mists, painting the fields red For seer and kin, unjustly wed Cold forest fettered, Exiled kin Wild the huntress, Death lies within Nine to the wolves in vain, Yet a hero remains Bitter love, under stone Bred from vengeance, son of son Caverns dark, fearless ford Wield the blade that Odin made, under the stars Dreadful the deeds, Of wolfskin encloaked Flames of revenge, By fathers are stoked Ember of rage hath, wrought, the death of an age (solo: Kroecher/Blackwell)
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026
I've slayed the king, Brought down all his armaments Everything is mine, Divined by rite of the gods So pray that it wont be long til Walpurgis Night Wailing will not end the Turmoil of the stars Guilding them, the mob, it swells, dissatisfied With rapier blades and torchlight dim, they ride Unfettered by the guard and pushing hard, the time is nigh We shall not face their Reckoning of malice, hate, and wrath Rush to the front and we will raise the warning sign It wont be long till... Excited, thee, whenceforce I challenge thee Predate, dominant your dire circumstance Taking the throne, In vain, I act Alone, Manically I'm in for the kill I rule cold and alone, the forest still my throne My warpaint never runs in lay of battle I recoil in revenance at the sight i fell to behold All at once I am changed, a god-king reborn And at long last, we turn and forsake the past The sky never looked so foreboding Yet the tale must be told, on and on The tale still bids to be told Awash from the sands amidst the gripping waves And Tides tremble in the face Of iron rage and the old gods
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026
Here and now, we make our stand against the wind, toward new sand through misty fens I retrace my step to find hall of ages amiss white crown-ed waves, lapping the shore on sands of the west, we shall wage our war dragonships cleaving the seas they bestride valiant Geat, King of the tides O, son of Ecgtheow Champion for Danes cross the vast waters to slay the beast grasp your sword defend our hall alone you stand glorious hero of lore Grieving the lost, battle-brave thanes hewn by the claw, lives lost in vain boldness in heart, steel in hand quench thirst for blood of this land Fiery eyes gleam up from the moor at fates command, ye weild the sword harpstrings have sung the legend and lay Eons untold shall recall this day The claw of woe, by bare hands torn symbol of hope, sheer might of man hero born of distant land with might of Oak, iron grip his hand
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026
The Centre of Terra, Serpentine guard Eternal fire, a sybil hath burned Zenith of Pillars, columned abode Threshold primordial, oracular score (solo, Justin) Climbing step to the temple, stone precipice seeking the wisdom, for Hellenic war Fell depths in catacombes chasm finds maddened throes prophesized phantasm slayer of pythons' whim Prophecy! And Judgement Spelling Doom and great war Against Perisian hordes Locked in Trust, Apollo's word Purified by Castalian waters Precinct of Gods Dragon's Corpse, under strength of Hyperion Rot! “First, sacrifice to the warriors who once had their home in this land “Laid in the tombs of the heroes with their faces turned to the sunset” (solo- Jeff) “Sure thy feet proud Sparta, take care A lame king's reign sees thou trip, beware Troubles unlooked shall vex thy shore And rolling time, his tide of carnage pour”
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026