Nordland

They stood on the shore proudly calling out The names of those before them, shield and axe lay beside the fires Come the dawn the creaking timbers will fly over cold still waters The mist lizard and fire brand will make the crossing to the land of cloud and rain Unleashing their faceless hordes upon those ripe for conquering Many terrible deeds will be done that day and blood will mix with clay Heathen gods will watch the unfolding glory with gleeful malice Knowing the eternal seeds are planted that will spring forth for a thousand ages This land will be our mother for we bring the eternal power…in our blood The gods in our hearts where we march they go with us Proud are we who march in pagan lands In a time of purity before the wretched shameful face of he That infected the world with lies A vile priest in the guise of a prophet whose draws unto him The weak to suckle at his poison And those who follow his lies become so infected with his self importance That they spread his cruelty in the name of a loving god And we who stand before them shall remain true until the sun wheel darkens For we few who are strong in conviction as mighty oaks we stand in a storm Unshaken by their hatred for our hatred is stronger It thrives in the long forgotten black places of the earth The true cult of the earth, forceful and powerful, as all consuming as the night A war of annihilation shall be our reward And we are not afraid to stare into the face of oblivion From hells heart I stab at thee

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

I am human a curse by a lecherous fucking god, a vomiting vagrant in blood soaked rags I long to belong to the great unending sky wondering if I will reach its vast emptiness I am drawn to no one a dead pale king forgotten by the plague infested rotting wretched souls My place is in twilight, grey mist forests buried by time and dust There I wonder amongst the twisted forms in half light Silence, stillness, a companion beside me who shall not speak I weave a spell unknowing of its charge repelling those who seek a friend Dreaming of places far from me, so I shall remain undercover of canopy Invisible walls surround me always blocking my advance so I look through glass wondering Its become my home, a refuge, a prison Skies above me call….the skies above Skies above earth below….black metal war beast I weave a spell unknowing of its charge repelling those who seek a friend We few are drowning a vile sea of putrid bloated dead flesh Forced to swallow the cold bile spewing forth from unimaginable disgusting worthless things Things that should not speak, or be allowed to speak They should be killed with no compassion or feeling but that will not come to pass And the creation of all that is worth shall crumble into nothing And i will sit in my quiet mind behind walls of glass and laugh I will watch the tide rush toward me a look to the skies… I will set aflame the living flesh of Isis I will not walk into the abyss but instead I will create my own kingdom Where I will sit on a throne of granite creating a realm of infinite beauty and eternal silence Only those who know a certain name will be able to become one with the stars here And I will kill everyone whom I so desire I will look upon your flesh and you will weep the blood of a hollow man

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

My fingers feel the shining bite of winter's breath Vaporous clouds leave my mouth The great snow plains of the north stretch out before me To cold horizons the hail gates behind me My throne of dead white flesh awaits its pale king The bright star has no power here I walk alone through the silent unending landscapes The towering dread of the mountains of Morth surround me My breath echoes through the slabs of iron granite My flеsh in tatters torn by the rusting thorns of spite In thе choking grey mist Dreary evening mists creep over silent peaceful landscapes Laviathonic black storm clouds stalk the plains of heaven The dread white moon casts its pallid shimmering hatred upon my pale skin My fingers feel the stinging bite of winter's breath Carrion wings, crow skull The damp earth beneath my feet, the dark places, the cold places The forgotten places of the world sullen light on ashen clouds I hold aloft a tattered banner its blood stand cloth flows in the cold damp air I walk alone down autumn paths through dismal forests my mind is still I have a longing for something since long passed The dark places of the earth are my fucking home There is ash on the breeze an acrid pall on summer winds A late foreboding brings an unseen terror Whispers from a grim horizon Will spark many songs of woe

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

There is a place in the northern lands, a place of cold dark beauty A place of silent half light and endless peace Of ice and granite and ivy covered ruins And the dread hail moons staring through thick fog This is my land and I live here alone a king on a throne of the wind The cold northern breeze is my companion as the wolves circle below My beats stalk the lonely paths hunting in hope for dead companions For unknown ages it has been this way in my cold heart I find Solace in this empty kingdom I do not wish familiar voices to speak my name Only for eternal peace in this place I am the Black Raven of the Vortex Winds I am the Black Raven of the Vortex Winds In this realm of chaos I bring order In this world of order I bring destruction I am the crowned tuner of the midnight skies Orion's winged messenger This eternal land is mine and I shall dwell in its peace For all the years of the immortal suns Ruler of the midnight skies There is a place in the northern lands, a place of cold dark beauty A place of silent half light and eternal peace I am the Black Raven of the Vortex Winds I am the Black Messenger of the Vortex Winds

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

I am heathen, king of the world, the great king, the powerful king King of Babylon, king of Sumer and Irkalla King of the four quarters of the sky…son of darkness The great king, king of the city of Cymore, great son of the northern skies The dead heart, king of the city of Morth Wyrtha Eternal seed of royalty who rule Helvete All worship me in whose administration thy rejoice in heart A king of many faces When I made my triumphal entrance into Babylon I took up my lordly residence in the sun tower With joy and malevolence Marduk the great lord Moved the noble hearts of the residents of Babylon to me While he gave daily attention to my worship My troops marched into heaven In all of my kingdoms I permitted no enemy to enter The needs of Babylon and all its cruel cities I gladly attended to The shameful yoke was removed from the people of Morth Wyrtha Their dwellings which had fallen I restored and cleared out their ruins Marduk, the great lord, rejoice in my pious deeds, and graciously bless me Heathen…! Marduk, the great lord, rejoice in my pious deeds, and graciously bless me Heathen…!Marduk, the great lord, rejoice in my pious deeds, and graciously bless me Heathen…! The king who worships him and darkness my own son and all my troops while we before him joyously praised his exalted godhead Son of the northern sky, the dead heart

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

Alone atop the great grey mountains I stand my face turned towards The vast unending skies Skies full of grimness, skies full of coldness Arms outstretched to the hunter Nordland In a time before time Nordland In a time before time My landscapes are in shadow The monochrome mists creep across the far distant mountains Through a crack in the clouds I see your woeful pale face Staring with cold dark malice upon the silent lands below The venom in my blood like the great ages o war Open the gates…into the undying lands A funeral wind whispers the names of a thousand weeping children Through the forest mists of Morth Through a crack in the clouds I see your woeful pale face Staring with cold dark malice upon the silent lands below The venom in my blood like the great ages of war Open the gates…into the undying lands I watch for an age the storm clouds circling above A grim primitive silence shadows me like a hunter

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

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