Martaiden Mailta
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Mossy bark on a tree from dawn of time White clouds sweeping through the starry sky Rustling of leaves, the only sound in night In this forest full of souls, yet no one in sight And there I stood, amidst the trees abound Unable to move, for deep was I rooted under the ground A lonely crow, looking over the realm of dead Flew by my leaves and to me this he said: As a soul slowly withers away on Earth Through the years it will rot and decay from dearth Another seed from a sapling to tree will grow And the poor soul springs to new form without a throe Like Pwyll in Annwn or in Dante's fever dream A new world under night sky agleam A sanctuary for the spirits tired and worn Of those who should never have been born
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Through the night voices are heard At the nocturnal hour restless spirits wander Of forgotten, weeping souls Ghosts of the past that never let me go They follow in the form of footsteps Mine is a soul that is marked by the dead Forever haunted and amongst the cursed I feel a blade inside my stomach It stuns me and takes over my thoughts A touch so cold it burns a hole in me Enormous darkness that is blinding me There is a crow that sings to me of death A death that won't bring to me serenity A whisper so loud it pierces deep within The coming days never freeing me Through the night voices are heard At the nocturnal hour restless spirits wander Of forgotten, weeping souls Ghosts of the future that never let me go They follow in the form of footsteps Mine is a soul that is marked by the dead Forever haunted and amongst the cursed
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Four thousand men The mightiest warriors of Óðinn Four thousand men The mightiest warriors of Óðinn Ready to brave the fiercest of foes Illiterate farmers herding their cows Silent they sail On the swanlike mountains Foul in their fury The feeders of wolves Eager to slay vikings again Brithnoth hastily rallies his men Marching onward while the world still slumbers Replacing with valor what they lack in numbers Alone on the coast The oaks of England Await, unwavering Ere the waves of steel Hi þær Fantan stream Mid prasse bestodon Eastseaxena ord And se æschere Ne mihte hyra ænig Oþrum derian Buton hwa þurh flanes flyht Fyl gename Wodon þa wælwulfas For wætere ne murnon Wicinga werod West ofer Fantan Biter wæs se beaduræs Beornas feollon On gehwæðere hand Hyssas lagon Fearful from shieldwall flee Howling the hail of wounds Smashing the ships of their souls Bearing a blizzard of blood Her lið ure ealdor Eall forheawen god on greote A mæg gnornian se ðe nu fram þisum wigplegan Wendan þenceð Ic eom frod feores Fram ic ne wille, ac ic me be healfe Minum hlaforde, be swa leofan men Licgan þence
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Ken viisauden Muinaisen Löytää halajaa Unhon kohtaa Long has he travelled In these white plains In search of the spell of olden days To liberate these lands from the evil And find a connection with the dead Halki lumisen maan Tarpoo kulkija Pohjantähti seuranaan Hän on matkalla Tuonelaan Found has been the ancient grove And now a ritual it needs To open the gates to the underworld Where the ancient wisdom lives Nouse luontoni lovesta Syntyni syvästä maasta The voice of thе drum forms the trance Thus can the journеy commence Halki lumisen maan On tarponut kulkija Pitkin jokea hyytävää Hän on matkalla Tuonelaan In the form of a snake The shaman finds his way To souls from days of old Their knowledge to behold Through the freezing river of death Past the nine sons of the mistress Found have been the ancestors The words to lift the curse The gaze of the evil ones Will no longer lurk in the land Yet words of such depth Cannot a mortal soul possess No more shall blood be shed Iron has once more been tamed But a toll the dead ones need Joining them in their creed The wisdom old Can only be found Where the ancient spirits lie Far in the northern cold The olden wisdom Found has the seeker Where the ancient spirits lie Far in the frozen north The ancient wisdom Found has the misfortuned one Now a spirit doomed to lie Far in the frozen north
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026