Svartrviðr

High to deep- Realm-binder- at the brinks of death. Foreshadowed-tempestuous turmoil. Blow. Demise of the present-onset is night. In thrice crowed- from high east - to down below. Ragna Rökkr - Fimbul Detr - Yggr Drasil - Sköll Hati. Ragna Rökkr - Giallar Födir - Fenrir Drápu - Surtr Burnu. Chaos gnaws Odens gallows succumb to fate. Drown- sink- in the glare of a thousand suns- of dead men- of dead kings - redden the earth. Shifting skins- shifting hunger - to Hate. Ragna Rökkr - Fimbul Detr - Yggr Drasil - Sköll Hati. Ragna Rökkr - Giallar Födir - Fenrir Drápu - Surtr Burnu. The clash of primal opposites in smoke- dust and black ash. Heralds the birth of the world Sea-swallowed- torn asunder yet of flame untouched. Through poisonous drops. Arose - the recall of Wisdom? Ragna Rökkr - Fimbul Detr - Yggr Drasil - Sköll Hati. Ragna Rökkr - Giallar Födir - Fenrir Drápu - Surtr Burnu.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

All perish? Where all begun? The graven image - its voice - sang. The dead past- alive and raging. In slow decay - shining sealed. Sticks and bones - Trees and stones. The true heir - still stands furtile. Curse upon Curse Wound upon Wound Through the temple of words. Echoes the heathen. Blind to all. Subsist to dwell. Curse upon curse. Echoes the heathen. A noble death-in Odens fire told of fierce - and weary - wave-paths on sea-gods steed. - Of sacred beasts. In Primal words - carvings - and stone-speech. With powers to bind - and to unbind to host - the ever-unfolding astray. Curse upon Curse. Wound upon Wound Through the temple of words. Echoes the heathen. Blind to all. Subsist to dwell. Curse upon curse. Echoes the heathen. Speaketh-in magical change. Carved. A fate to die. Carved. A fate to die. Carved. A memory to dare. Carved. A memory. Dare! Curse upon Curse. Wound upon Wound Through the temple of words. Echoes the heathen. Blind to all. Subsist to dwell. Curse upon curse. Echoes the heathen.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Wherein the tranquil all still burn. Wherein its shadow- the unbound grow and turn. Wherein the sacred forms still gleams and slumber. A weary path to trample. Boundless - Endless The blood-hall glows. The word-shrine yearns. From the well of swords. An obediant drop. A reddened fire This - the temple that never cease. In withered soil - the dark- wild and untamed. Pierce the sky and stab the earth. Enter the circle of death and rebirth. Swept and ravaged by the passage of time. Decipher and reckoning - erect the sore and blind. In deeds of old - Strange to their tongue. Arise - Awaken - Eternal and one. Rejection - Possession In denial of the worship. In denial of the sacred. The idols speak. Grinding out worlds to dust. Carved- the downfall - abide its sacred bond. Still its lurking- give shape and evolve. Destined - Destruction -for centuries to hold. In the distant arcane -A new dawn! Boundless - Endless The blood-hall glows. The word-shrine yearns. From the well of swords. An obediant drop. A reddened fire

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Ama - Ome - Amal - neath Hjässan dwell. Reshaped to mist and in dew gone. Abandoned- shattered - drowned in the bog. Wide-spread across the plains she roam. Gaze in longing - Upon the heights her home. From the depths a mountain-sigh. From the drapes a rusty cloak. A silver shroud - across - to and fro. Grey hermit- in shadowed misty glow. In the forest gloom. She slowly slid. Unwavering she hold the temple of stone. Reshaped to mist and in dew gone. Abandoned - shattered - drowned in the bog. Wide-spread across the plains she roam. Gaze in longing - Upon the heights her home. We do not remember those who walked these steps. On winding paths hither. But- now it grows and thrives. In reverence - for their drag and toil. Still beneath the great mound. Auguries and omens mumble its dead echoes - its thunderous roar. The seven oaks old - the seven rotted down. Crowned and ravished. Spirited away. The resounding steel. Thee did betray. Reshaped to mist and in dew gone Abandoned- shattered - drowned in the bog Wide-spread across the plains she roam Gaze in longing - Upon the heights her home ammobiærg Ama - Ome - Amal - Ama

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Dread- silent lair- the olden myth. Brood by the haunted- its fearless dawn. Confused and garbled- it lure the crest. Grown distorted and awry. Its orb- its flesh- remote and strange in slow decay yet burning. Black widened depths. Consumed the slain. Fed the wolfs and the gaping caves svartrviðr... and the ghosts of tomorrow At the end of the mountain- truth lies in rest for the void to swallow. Its words still wonder- the great and vast tie the past in woven-dim. Ur skogens dunkel sakta gled ho- där sola runnet ner. Ett grått vammel som flaxa för vinn. Oh- tamä faen sjöng inte fågla ens. Ho sto litte på glänt- den som vi trodde runnet ihop te sten. O dä te o knaka- o det rång i bärie men det har sånt faenstyg inga makt mä... nei- det har sant faenstyg inga makt mä... o aldri har en hört e pingla mer... In peace they came - in clash arose the repugnant red and its horror. By every toll - the turn of stone the beauty held - its drowning. The tears will sink - by the roar of three and weattur - ash - its crowning. Yet still they sleep - in grandeur towers. High and ever higher. svartrviðr... and the ghosts of tomorrow

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

harmdauðr - alföðr from darkness springs light and in darkness lurk...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

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