King of the Distant Forest

The mountains and forests is his fortress The primeval starfilled nightsky his roof. He is the king of the forgotten realm Ruling with a power unknown. The mightiest of elvenkings Who dwells in the lands far away. Far away where the rainbow ends And ancient gods still are hailed. A face torn by time His cloak old and grey. Leading his people with the greatest wisdom. Learned from the old days until today. He is the king of the distant forest. He is the king of the distant forest. The tales we are told Is their only known reality. They have lived in solitude and will do so For all of eternity

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Troops at attention in shining armour They stand before me in total loyalty. Raising their fists into the air And swearing their allegiance to me. Upon a stallion of finest blood I sit with the greatest of pride. As I behold my vast empire I hold the royal standard high. It dances in the roaring wind As the salutes are heard in the sky. The foretold master I am. My future is already revealed In the scrolls of the prophecy: "...And he shall conquer the world And rule it with great majesty." Hail me as the man of steel. Hail me as the son of gods. Hail me as the king of yours. I am the chosen one. We are the undefeatable So be proud of what you are. Against the threats of the world We stand united today. Let's not take their mocking, Let's invade and make them obey.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

The harsh biting winternight Embrace everything in this silent land A lonely man is wandering through the snow With a wooden staff in his hand Dressed in old torn grey rags He tries to keep himself warm The icy white long beard Dances in the hard winterstorm. His hands which once wielded the steel Can now barely raise his horn Patiently he's searching from house to house For a meal and a roof over his head From the frozen plains he comes On a journey without destination Once a hero- now forgotten On the edge of death by chill and starvation From the frozen plains he comes And to the frozen plains he goes He gained his pride throughout the wars Of the knights he was the best He risked his life for his king and queen Of all the heroes he was the bravest From the frozen plains he comes And to the frozen plains he goes

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

I walk on misty pathways. Where my journey leads I do not know. I just follow my inner voice. Longer and longer on misty pathways I go. I travel into an unknown vale. Through forests over hills and far away. the chilly breezes of night surrounds me With their smooth gentle touches. the fog hides the path Which I walk upon. Voices I hear from inside the dark And dusky the night have laid. Observed by the forgotten shadowpeople I am As I wander through their realm. The silvery cold moon looks upon me. As I strive through these spellbound forests.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

In this realm of the old spirits There is neither day nor night. Mighty powers of the past shall soon Be woken from their dormancy in the land Of lurking twilight. The legacy of the elders. Waiting for the chosen one. The legacy of the elders. Waiting, waiting, waiting. The lost secrets lies hidden deep into The guarding primeval stone. It holds the science of magic protected Where the shadows of he gods walk alone. The knowledge of the forgotten parts Of our dimension Shall soon at last be revealed. The powers shall rise again so the destiny Can be sealed.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

I fullmånens sken hetsjakten går, Medans muns gälla stämma i skogen skär. Groteska skratt ur trollkäft hörs Ty färden mot helvetets hålor bär.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Under the banner of our gods We ravage this land of heresy. In the name of the Aesirs we are chosed To fight this invading christianity. Under the banner of might We mock their religion of submission. They may pray to their selfish god But we'll never give them remission. Under the banner of the elders We march towards them in despise. We are the sons of Midgaard Bound to defy their glorious lies.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

We the kingdom's best men Proudly walk the fields, The forests and the mountains Ready to defend it with our steel. We march towards the battlefield, With hate in our eyes we march. Knighted men we all are. Let the enemies fall for my hand. We shall crush all resistance And once honour our land. We are the royal force Dubbed with the power of steel. Protected by the wizard's spell Forcing every enemy to kneel. When our swords has sung The battle's last tone, Only one side shall stand. On the bloody battlefield we'll stand alone.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

The peace has been broken. My brothers has all fallen By treacherous mens betrayal. Their blood painted the plains red. I swear this act will be their last I'll see that the wolf will be fed. On a mission Behind enemy lines I am. My heart pounds With anger and with hate, As I ride with their souls at my side. Heading towards my glorious fate. Back to you domains I return With bloodshed in my mind. Come forth you treacherous foe, Test my steel and death you'll find. I've carved runes into my horn And painted them with my blood. I raised up to the sky And proposed a toast to my brothers Who now fight on the vast plains Outside of Valhalla.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Howling at the fullmoon in this intense midwinternight. Behold the masters of wilderness, Hearken to how they hold the woods in fright. See the silhouettes in the moon, On the mountaincrest they stand proud. Stormwinds and pouring rain Hardens the fur grey. Picking up the scent To hunt the fleeing prey. Masters of Wilderness Masters of Wilderness The mighty wolfpack hunts the land For flesh and satisfaction. Feasting on raw meat with bloody jaws, Tearing the prey open in total desperation.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Troops At Attention In Shining Armour They Stand Before Me In Total Loyalty. Raising Their Fists Into The Air And Swearing Their Allegiance To Me. Upon A Stallion Of Finest Blood I Sit With The Greatest Of Pride. As I Behold My Vast Empire I Hold The Royal Standard High, It Dances In The Roaring Wind As The Salutes Are Heard In The Sky. The Foretold Master I Am. My Future Is Already Revealed. In The Scrolls Of The Prophecy

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

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