Thorns Scar Her Soul
A majestic sky foreboding, looms above Lurid scent of winter fills the air Behold the loss of beauty, life and love As Rose petals, brittle, all die here Lifeless waters Wash upon dead shores Children of abandoned man They all die here A crescent moon Twin spirit soon to fall As shall his ardent sister In decadence kin shall Copulate in shame Corrupted love versed Again and again Man shrieks in defiance The pillars of nature Crumble and fall in decay Chaos descends upon swirling atrocious winds Peace shunned flee upon battered, broken wings Severed lie the numerous bodies and limbs Of the dead casulties of war Betrayed and slain at the sinister whims Of blood lusting lords The Spirit of the Gods, lost to the world And darkness comes creeping from eerie lairs As fiends ravish lands undettered Thus she has fallen into despair Omens in the night-sky Tell of horrid deeds Of dark times come to grasp A soul scarred and shunned A crimson moon Diety of dark skies To fall, forlorn From the north rimtursar Gather their hordes To unleash upon the world (Three years of Winter) Nations lie in ruin Souls are dead and barren Thus the night descend Midgard's lands into utter chaos thrown Doomed to suffer leprous decline As the dark seeds of Ragnarok has grown Into a malicious beast's design The Night has fallen as mankind dies As dead soils are swept by winds foul The minions of the nether-worlds arise As thorns to scar her soul A world but of carrion To feed vultures and crows No life shall flourish No seed shall grow
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Blighted and Shunned Into the shadows cast Her wretched soul born A pariah 'mongst the gods Beneath the worlds of gods and man Thrown into Nifelheim to writhe and die Therein a realm of darkness now stand For her spirit forged a stronghold in the ice Around her black throne Gathering benighted souls To form the eternal foe "In darkness, I reign alone" In a realm of despair and toils Wherein her lost, evil vast grows In shadow, she holds dominion Nidhogg, great dragon of the Depths Feasting upon corpses, devouring their flesh In the roaring Cauldron that Hvergelmir is From whence cold spreas in Nifelheim's midst "Enter Elvidinir The dark hall of the netherworld Where Hel, sublime, in might is throned" At her court she dines with hunger and famine "Enter Naastrendir Hall of Serpents, torment and agony Swathed in Amsvartners foam" There, bewildered souls ever linger cold and grim From the odious ghosts of man A morbid vessel has taken form To grant Hel the vengeance she has sought The black ship of the damned Sailing midst raging storms Upon Valhalla, Nagelfar is wrought "Enter minions of Hel, Children of the wanton goddess And the demons of Muspelheim" Benighted spirits in ever growing multitude "Enter Nagelfar A voyage towards Valhalla Come to strike, upon the divine" Carried o'er raging seas as damnation's prelude
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Vad Valans sejd Morkt fortaljde Haver nu ock skett Balders blod av frande utgjutet Over ang och nejd Genom gudars valde Tar en sorg pa asars att Som frammanar det bistra slutet Mot Agirs riken Amnar hans sista fard Av illvillig broder sviken Och fallen fran Nornors vav Balder du store, du ljusets gud Nast Draupnir i doden vilar du Flammorna vilda bliva din skrud Da din makas hjarta brast itu De tvenne hogborne Gud och gudinna Hyrokkinn friar Ringhorne Varpa de alskande brinna Nidhogg i Nord Grymt barken taljde Fran Yggdrasils rot Och Breidablick nu ligger ode Odens visa ord Blott Balder gallde Da flammande segel fardas mot Ode haven for den dode Son av Oden Av lagor fortard (Elviagor) Ett dystert folje (Ifran Nifelheim) Mot underjorden drar (Sveper ater fram) Till dystra norden Gar Balders Helfard (Djupt nere) Och sorgens svarta holje (Ifran Gnipahalan) Njoe varldar tar (Vilt morrar Garm) Given at Muspelli andar Surts Ledung skola rasa Men blind och ljus I Hels salar Bevittna eldfurstars fasa Mot dodens salar Over Gjallarbron (Fradebane) Balder han fardas (Morka Lokes dad) Over floden Gjoll (Da Asar hamna) I sorg Hermod talar Infor gudinnans tron (Ragnarok) Dar de sjalar hardas (Hornet ljuder) Som fran livet foll (Da himlen ramna)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026