Obeisance
I AM Thor I am the God of War I am the Thunderer Here in my Northland My fastness and my fortress Reign I forever Miölner the mighty This is my hammer The wheels of my chariot Roll in the thunder The blows of my hammer Ring in the earthquake Blown by the night-wind Mine eyes are lightning Meekness is weakness Strength is triumphant Summa pia gratia nostra conservando corpora et custodita de gente fera Normannica nos libera quæ nostra vastat Deus regna —transcription of the antiphonal Meekness is weakness Strength is triumphant Meekness is weakness Strength is triumphant Giants and sorcerers Cannot withstand it Force rules the world still Has ruled it, shall rule it And thus singled-handed Unto the combat Gospel or Gauntlet Here I defy thee
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
(Ilya) Raise the levies the time has come For battle the day shall be won In the name of the frozen gods we ride To stand at Odhin’s Side Upon the plains of battle where arrows fly Our men are frenzied but they stand with shields align Glory goes to those who fall But war is immortal and we shall conquer all Summons to war almighty Thor Spears and Swords We march TO WAR Die, or beith enslaved come the nord riders as the crimson flags wave dragon ships line along the coast my blade is my bible as flesh is my host Summons to war almighty Thor Spears and Swords We hunger for more Summons to war almighty Thor Spears and Swords We march TO WAR
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
(Ilya) The Star of the czar has arrived his people are trapped inside torture and kill the friar Their corpses pile higher and higher Horrors of war Terror and pain can you not see that the Czar is insane Star of the Czar oppressively vain show no mercy show no feign LET THE BLADE OF YOUR SWORD SET US FREE КРАСНЫЙ ТИРАН УБЬЕТ ВСЕ Kill or Be Conquered УМРИТЕ ТЕПЕРЬ И НАВСЕГДА I am the blade that cuts through the wind The lion that stalks the lamb I am the storm that cracks the sky the spear in the ribs of your god
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
On the shores of lindisfarne we storm the holy gates frozen winds carry ravens who guide us through the wakes upon the breasts of the abbess i carve the crest of Thor crucified and wet inside the virgin begs for more Odhin praise the merciless we butcher clerics and men helmets lined with such divine stained vaginal skin tearing down the convent tower to force out our prey eating out her molten lips we’ll burn this bitch all day They shall seek peace and there shall be none They pray to god but god is dead CHRISTIAN HOLOCAUST Now the isle is enslaved a victory in store bastardized fucking genocide of god fearing whores with glory come slavery of ample breasted lambs worshiping and servicing their czars of pagan lands
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
(Ilya) Pray The gods cannot hear you They pity you not So frayed and weak my fleshbiter sings through the hearts of these worthless sheep who blindly bow before a jewel or golden cow the convent cunts quiver from our Skaldic Nocturne Hail the ancients Northern Pantheon a suit of mail and Immortal Iron Glory Figures of the sun crushed into dust stain the ascetic halls with holy menstrual blood RAID RAID Apocalyptic tales tell of our arrival fortify your faith for it shall be tested The eight legged steeds thunder forth born among gods we trample ye worms
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026