Stormvold

The Usurper's Winterblood A wind of storming ravens comes from the horizon And the moon follows the thunder into black skies The cold and sharp frost carve into my skin along the bones And every flower unthorned seems to weep Every cave seems to suffer from dark forces' extinction Grimness march over every cliffs and descends in valleys And every beast wander along with their hearts Refrain: Not last, but still in plague-acting ways I crawl at the ground, my soul lurks for blood The Usurpers Winterblood Owls up high, will never weep nor cry Shields of the rainbow is broken The winds carry the weapons of frost, snow and thunder Paths unwalked opens, while wolves are gleaming and staring Devoured by the flaming darkness Into the forestare of winds and pale frost Storming through the gate, not forever lost Beyond the burning branches and freezing treetops Wolves howl bitterly to the sky above the raging mountains Not for the awakening of the moon, but for the endless stream of the Usurper's Wintermoon Repeat refrain

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Fogflames The forest of carnivore storms Throw spell upon wings of my ravens Beyond, the torches are lifted high To stop the heart of the breeding darkness Through the fog, burning souls still march In spite of the frozen silver thorns Carry their hearts still unable to fly Never to fight my ravens, nor thy owls See the flames burning through my forest and the hate cover up with the fog A reek of burning blood, breed thy might In the carved and still bloodred skull Refrain: Beholded by the eyes of fighting owls Wolves lurk through forest and behind stones Fogflames Repeat verse 2 Repeat refrain Again the weather was burning But not the wings of my ravens, nor thy owls

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Wolves of Graven Hate In the forest of stormstolen branches Breeds the hate of lonely wolves For years they have eaten tender hearts But not from those with a thornful skin Burnt souls fall dead from the mist I wander Beware what's act behind each stone And every eye counting my steps A marching thunder crushes through the clouds Stones roll down from the mountain sides Spirits crawl back to their ravens nests Wolves of Graven Hate Again freeze along with their hearts The path turn bloodred like the skies And the wood in the front drown in darkness Over the stoneless field I walk Still on the path where blood stream And where eyes of wolves always gleam Onward I go, and my shadow creeps Wolves are storming through the forest Beyond branches where owls violently stare Repeat verse 2

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Pyre at the Tarn Love laid to burn on wood so bitterly hatched From the forest I adore, and where my souls still breed Not on paths walked eternally, but on grass never seen Loss have always walked with a bloodred face Shearing the spell of winds lurking in the front As in sun-stolen paradise, the darkness grows Still along with the winds and beating waves Spawn like demons walking firely on the glades In spite of the rainful rage of storms Refrain: Carry wood through woods, to a burning spot Far from forest deep and valleys where children weep..... Pyre at the Tarn An elder storm of grief on raven wings spit into the chasm of golden stones And leaves fall beyond burning bats But not from wolves with a heart in jaws A loss of dawn keep the moon awake lurks from the hill to see what the flames shall kill A victim, not for the eyes of the sun Repeat verse 2 Repeat refrain Love laid to burn on wood so bitterly hatched From the forest I adore, and where my soul still breed

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Following the Growls Carving the ground with a stake of darkness impales the blackness with a torch of sins follow the deep and sadful growls along the path branches for years have hidden And a ground where thorns look lovely in spite of the weaving flowers of sin listen to the growls disappear into the woods to end in the chasm where the chorus of the wind sings listen to the owles flying behind to the years when truth the sins will find I chant ancient rhymes, behind trees in the shade of the light Along the blood-rushing river I walk through the breezful forest, my stormy lungs get filled Point out the eyes of agony with the hate From this side of the river, on my golden path Following the Growls...... carry the leaves of my withered soul as I follow these growls and still will to the millennium when stones turn to ashes And a ground where thorns look lovely in spite of the weaving flowers of sin listen to the growls disappear into the woods to end in the chasm where the chorus of the wind sings Along the blood-rushing river I walk through the breezful forest, my stormy lungs get filled Point out the eyes of agony with the hate From this side of the river, on my golden path Following the Growls...... carry the leaves of my withered soul as I follow these growls and still will to the millennium when stones turn to ashes When the solstice perform on the sky the sun soon dead leaves applaud with joy until the autumn and when the thorns perform

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026