Of Malice, Tempest and Storm
Visions of demise and ruin Unravelled in his dreams His life snuffed Like a flickering gleam Ill-omens and Augeries Haunt pagan gods Foreboding an age of chaos wreathed in deaths eriee fogs Where in nothing but remebrance Dwell the life of Odins son For Loki, fiend amongst gods Sought the Misteltein Ref: And Hel shalt arise To claim the god of light A foul fiends misdeeds Lead a brethrens hand in deceit Balder he did fall Upon the world, darkness crawl And Hel shalt arise To Spawn the eternal night Even the ardant stars Proclaimed his forecoming doom Loki, vicious and dark Paved him a venomous tomb His soul would lay dormant As the winds of war swirl And damnation upon the Aesir fall In the aftermath of a dying world Ref: And Hel shalt arise To claim the god of light A foul fiends misdeeds Lead a brethrens hand in deceit Balder he did fall Upon the world, darkness crawl And Hel shalt arise To Spawn the eternal night
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Dark malicous fiend Divinities deciever From the vast abysmal crests Of battered Jotunheims heights He fled Spanwed dark and hollow, his eternal soul From the malice lying within a vile race Of fiends and goblings, breed from sulphur and coals To clasp nature in his arms as her greatest disgrace From a devlish lineage he hath sprung Archaic evil, wherest the serpent hath wrung Fenrir His vicoius seed born From the chaos and ashes Of malice, tempest and Storm Of malice, Tempest and Storm Of malice The Aesir sought him and thus Shackled with the guts of his own seed To lay in torment 'till nine worlds be thrust Into demise from his deeds Father of Hel Father of the Serpent Father of Fenrir Loki His shackels to be torn Upon the day when Ragnarök arises Of Malice, Tempest and Storm Of Malice, Tempest and Storm
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Lyss till vår sorgesång som ljuder genom nio världar Blott en tår må hindra dödens gång Men Tökk, hon Balder smädar Och ljuset det må tyna Lyss till hur sköra klagan låter För Balder en livsfanfar Men Tökk, hon torrt begråter "Hel må behålla vad hon har" Och Balder han må tyna
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
A veil of darkness cast o'er worlds nine The ice of Nifelheim heaves upon a Midgard in decline Three years of winter past, since last summer died Pitiful remains of mankind fall victim to the schythe In the dead of Winter Amongst storms of hail and snow Wrought strong, the core of darkness There blood from human carrion abundantly flow Wrest the powers of light From Wherein pagan gods dwell Fimbulawinter hath arisen ( A dark vestal bride ) betrothed to the might of Hel She comes an unwanted Wraith In her bloodsoaked gown shrouded And with her coming all beings be of life bereft Night falls and clear skies are clouded She unleashes upon the world her feral beast With blizzards and storms, a world under the cold seized Pale moonlight, gleams upon snowcovered lands The haunting serenity of death, praytell the fate of man In the dead of Winter Dusk falls and greets the eternal night Light is shunned and darkness proclaims A dark despotic usurpator upon the throne of life She dances beyond sanity All creatures she will haunt and purge Gathered spirits and ghosts, claimed by her court Dance for her ferousiasly to a funeral dirge Atrocities reign in midgard, and Asgard is plauged by frost Swords and spears of brittle steele, decay, corroded by rust The cold bites hard in the gloomy day and eerie night Mankind writhe from three years of starvation, war and blight In the dead of Winter In the shadows, her melody lures Mother death awaitsall of man Her calling for all to endure In the dead of Winter In the dead of Winter In the dead of Winter In the dead of Winter
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026