In the Sign of the Ravens

Upon raging waves. Beneath grey clouds. Far from home, we're sailing south. In the name of our gods. The darkness of the depth, stare at us from down under. But the gods over our heads, keep their wathing bands above us. Upon raging waves we sail our ships. And we look back against the north, that we long for. We step ashore with a thirst of gold. The sound of steel make us strong. Soon we've reached the aim for this journey: Wealth to all our men. Upon raging waves. Beneath blazing sun. We're sailing north with the pride kept in our hearts.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Born like a true hammerchild I was along time ago. Dubbed with lightning and steel in the sign of the ravens. Cold nordic winds sweep across our land with air breathed in the sky. Under the wings of Odins messengers we live. Carrying on our nordic blood from fathers to sons. In the sign of the ravens, our hearts still pounds. To the might of thy hammer, we are eternally bound. In the sign of the ravens, our hearts still pounds. To the might of thy hammer, we are eternally bound. Strong ancient spirits gurdes our way of living, with scenes seen way up in Valhall. When the horn is blown we will stand united in long armoured lines, ready for the eastern treat. We shall fight beneath the sky, as you fight above. We shall all be willing to die, in the sign of the ravens.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Over mountains and rivers. Over valleys and creeks, the spirit of our forfathers sweep. Past plains and forests. Past the clouds in the sky. the shadow of the ravens flies. Shadows! Shadows of the past. Shadows! Of what once used to be. Shadows! Shadows of the past. Shadows! Vanishing to be just a memory. Through land after land. Through the grass on the meadow, the breath of the elderly still blow. Beneath the sun and the moon. Beneath the stars way up high, the ancient oaks reaches for the sky. Shadows! Shadows of the past. Shadows! Of what once used to be. Shadows! Shadows of the past. Shadows! Vanishing to be just a memory.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

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The moons pale light falls over the trees, and they cast their black shadows over the snowcovered heaths. Behold this land, embraced by frost. Life and fertillity, forgotten and lost. A mirrow of ice upon the lake. I praise this land of ice and snow. Snowstorms whining among the trees. I praise this land where freezing winds do blow. Fallen snowflakes in the starlight, lies silently and still. A lonely wolf barks in the winternight. Behold this land, embraced by frost. Life and fertillity, forgotten and lost. A mirrow of ice upon the lake. I praise this land of ice and snow. Snowstorms whining among the trees. I praise this land where freezing winds do blow.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

In the forest of moonlight the secrets of ancient battler are hidden. But in the northern lands the memory of the brave still remain. Between the trees at the meadow the sounds of war still echoes. In the grass at the meadow the blood still flows. In the forest of moonlight the secrets of ancient battler are hidden. Forever they are lost. At the meadow in the forest all of them died by sword, to step into the neverending fight at the hall of our lord.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Runt kring vår stuga småjävlar sluga, tassa så tyst med bockfot och svans. Varulvar yla isande kyla, sveper i dimma fantygets dans. Bäva och broder lyssna och hör, vrålen från gast som osalig dör. Döden han skrattar flaskan han fatter, svänger med den tills dagen gryr. Gastar och spöken skymtas i kröken, dödingar släpar ruttnande lik. Benrangel skramla spökhänder famla, kväver din strupes rosslande skrik. Helvetets alla fasor släpps loss, fan rider runt med hela sin tross. Döden han skrattar flaskan han fattar, svänger med den tills dagen gryr.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

In a time now long gone wise mans hands was carving stories into the stones all over our land. Stories carved in stone. To last for eternity. The runes speak of forgotten times, forgotten times of the elderly. A time when man stood up strong and proud, not afraid to fall for the almighty. Warriors from the north lands, sailed east for wealth and glory. Their destinies immortalized in stone, from which we are told these stories. In the age of the ravens men bravely gave their lifes to the high ones in the sky, to be brought up high. Stories carved in stone. To last for eternity. The runes speaks of forgotten times, forgotten times of the elderly. A time when man stood up strong and proud, not afraid to fall for the almighty. Warriors from the north lands, sailed east for wealth and glory. Their destinies immortalized in stone, from which we are told these stories. Runes - everlasting. History - evertelling.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

The frost comes, hand in hand with dawn. It turnes all lakes into mirrows, reflecting the moon. Freezing storms of snow, come let me feel your purity. Freezing storms of snow, may you whine herefor eternity. As I walk throng the frostbitten forests I get enchanted by the harshness, alive by the chill and allmighty by my solitariness. There is not a more as far as the eye can see. Frej, god of seasons! Let this forever be. In this desolated land I am everything. Freezing storms of snow, come let me feel your purity. Freezing storms of snow, may you whine herefor eternity. Let me be enchanted by the harshness, alive by the chill and allmighty, by my solitariness. In this desolated land I am everything.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Where the moon in the solitude shines. Where the owl has it's nest. Where the spruceforest lonely whines, there I will find peace. Over every log and stone the fog lies. In the cold and pail light of the moon, the wolf barks at the sky. Where the moon in the solitude shines. Where the owl has it's nest. Where the spruceforest lonely whines, there I will find peace. To this untouched primeval forest, shall my spirit forever belong. Here shall I die in solitude under the tones of an elvrong. This is where my spirit forever shall be.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

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