Sacrifice to Valaskjalf
[Instrumental]
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026
Toward the black mass The gates are just wide open to the storm, the occult’s essence is going to start dissection, Gungnir will elevate your damned blood, the domination spread your darkness toward the black mass. “We are invoking the spirits of the fire and you can just wait the last breath and we are looking for nothing but your death, we must sacrifice your soul to hell”. We'll cut the blood eagle for our God, Odin!!! We'll toast in your honor with his blood, I believe in the memory of warrior's night, I will always try to defend myself and fight. With the fire in my eyes, I declare you son of death, I raise my sword to the sky to sacrifice yourself. “Here he is approaching, Wodan the stormy, the guardian of the rainbow bridge, that I called with my prayers. I ask you, father of the runes, to give me the power to interpret your will”. The gates are just wide open to the storm, the occult’s essence is going to start dissection, Gungnir will elevate your damned blood, the domination spread your darkness toward the black mass.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
Disciples of sacred fire Glory of war, oh god of flames, crucifixes reflecting on your eyes, sons of fire, mirror of death, stone faces and hearts buried on ice. Disciples of sacred fire, the sacrifice of what is material, of what nothingness has, take and desecrated in this time of darkness, pull this blood and make it your idol, perverse and massive dark horses around you. Sons of Fire, souls of horror and war, sons of the flame, masters of terror and the earth. Disciples of sacred fire, draw with your blood the face of your spirit, desecrate this soul, stained of lighttake and mark it with black seal, nourished yourself of your superb power lift in the sky the swords and cross them, while you, tormented and suffering soul turn toward the hell and the damned. I feel the fire, feel the heaviness in my eyes, I see only darkness, the ashes of a body swollen with anxiety. I look at the sky, night in it, tormented by burning flashes, I hear the wind sing, the leaves speak, silence cry, I am the Son of Fire. The nocturnal hymn of death goes with you perverse and massive dark horses around you, while you invoke the black sanctity shout the triumph of your battle. Disciples of Sacred Fire. Sons of Fire, souls of horror and war, Sons of the flame, masters of terror and the Earth.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Sacrifice to Valaskjàlf Marked and desecrated by the infinite of dark lord inside the reflect of his face on the sword, obscuring the vision of the world. Suffering and agony, raising the skull to the sky, the silence is announcing that the victim of sacrifice will reside forever. Now, I see in front of me, the altar of hate and meat, sacrifice to Valaskiàlf, the end of life and your useless past. Ritual of the seven calices of blood! Captured and sacrificed to feed the wolves! Scream of conquest, shedding the blood in your honour, wise warlord, the face of death in your eyes. Marked and desecrated by the infinite of dark lord inside the reflect of his face on the sword, obscuring the vision of the world. Now, I see in front of me, the altar of hate and meat sacrifice to Valaskiàlf, the end of life and your useless past. Ut anima mea receptaculum roboris tui fecundum sit...
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
Blood to the wolves Between the obsessive darkness, wolves in feast, together to the souls into the mist, and my darkness can watch over the universe, around damned spirits over the fighter’s curse. Blood to the wolves, you can see the force of no god, frozen atmosphere from the breath of Yggdrasil’s roots. Look at the light with his eyes blacked out, impaled body and soul will be brought, in the realm where only the damned dare to enter, no mercy for the glory of your defender. Blood to the wolves, you can see the force of no god frozen atmosphere from the breath of Yggdrasil’s roots. Haunting and glacial wolves, thirsting of your blood, howl sitting in front of your grave, acclaiming your transition, looking up at the full moon, shines the flame of Odin God, the protector of the warriors who living to the underworld. Through the murmur of the wind, Odin breathes and keeps the leaves fall and decompose and then reborn in the form of nourishment for the earth, and I see him hanging at 'tree of knowledge, and listening to his song that instills in my heart the sacred fury and the force of the wolves. Wolves take this blood and make it the fruit of your divine strength, your shadow will spread the darkness of your occult desecration. Between the obsessive darkness, wolves in feast, together to the souls into the mist, and my darkness can watch over the universe around damned spirits over the fighter’s curse.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
Impaled slaves Spear that, pointed, will make perpetual your soul, in the kingdom of damned, in the circle of slaves, offering your spirit to the crows, offering your soul for your blood. Impaled slaves, surrounded by, the dark angels of the north of the icy bloody lands. On either side of the altar, wolves in banquet, will make an end to, to the human material, with cry and blood. The gates of the castle of death, closed in the Viking’s darkness. Frozen air and the smell of putrefaction No escape, no chance of salvation. Impaled slaves, killed and offered to the spirits of the night. Oppressed, Killed and tortured by the sons of Evil. The gates of the underworld, prisoners of the sons of darkness, frozen blood and smell of death, no escape, no chance of salvation. Pouring the blood in the skulls, marching toward the torture, bestial sacrifice, desecration of the body and blood.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
The end has a beginning This is the march towards the end of time, in wich the wind will take away the souls floating in the darkness wild, voices that speak of the fighter's glorious rides. The voice of the trees and the light of the fire will oversee the sleepers in the night of the revelation. The mind will cross the universe, riding the waves of the oceans will dominate the world, fire torches lit to celebrate the triumph of the swords and shields, inside the caves where you can smell the warm blood and the cold and the darkness never cease to exist. Wolves in feast for their father, dominant in the sacred battle in Ragnarok. Wolves will be quenched by the blood of the giants, defeated by the absolute power of the omnipotent. The sky will open toward a new universe, the end will have a beginning. The Valkyries will bring the winners into the black seal, the mountains will be glorified and rivers of blood will flow through the forests of the north, between the prayers and the mist of the night.
Vision of Death Vision of Death!!! Glorious and holy hills of Asgaror, macabre frame of war, the light of darkness and evil is setting on them preparation of the final battle begins. Vision of Death!!! Sons of Muspell, giants of fire, Gungnir, spear of ice!!! Will feed on your blood. Armed warriors between light and darkness, blood feasts in the name of Odin, the deep roots of Yggdrasil shakes the earth, while the world is about to fire off in a long ordeal. Vision of Death!!! Sons of Muspell, giants of fire, Gungnir, spear of ice!!! Will feed on your blood. Son of Borr, wielding your spear, tear the black soul of Surtur, the mist will heal your wounds. Vision of Death!!! Glorious and holy hills of Asgaror, macabre frame of war, the light of darkness and evil is setting on them preparation of the final battle begins. Vision of Death!!! Sons of Muspell, giants of fire, Gungnir, spear of ice!!! Will feed on your blood.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
[Instrumental] Rick Costantino â Bass, VocalsF. Bauso â Guitars (rhythm)Azmeroth â Guitars (lead) Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com KRIGERE WOLF LYRICS
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 18, 2026