The True Cult of the Earth
In the clouds above the rain the breath of the dawn sky whispers my name...it whispers my name In a time - when the serpent god bled We lived as Heathen kind - under the great hall of the sky As black frost forms on sails your kin fell as we followed your trail Winter born - let our Heathen blood deepen We lived as Heathen kind - under the great hall of the sky Where wе meet the sun with withered hеarts unseating Wanderer of the dawn grasp the earth with ravens claw Winter born - let our Heathen blood deepen I am the leaf of the forest and the dirge of the night I am the first of the river valleys and the stench of the earth As autumn fades into white Take the soil as sacred oath Unchained from the past, untamed Wanderer of the wastelands Walk amongst the storm winds With hunters heart And mighty hall where we live beneath the sky The great hall of the sky Winters returning (The winds are songs to the hills, forefathers, and the dead) And the wolves are feasting And the winds are strong
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
When the dawn brings the winds and the veil of the morning stars fade And the virgin dews trace our steps through foreign lands We gather at the hall and look towards the shining wheel We light the beacons and the breath of the morning mists rise Awaken, awaken to the call. Father of the skies, warrior of the shoreline First breath of the morning sky Bring forth your will and let your darkest ravens fly Bring forth the endstorm! We watch from the headlands And wait for thе signs Our blood will writhe and swell as the ocеans rise And our heathen songs will bring forth the wrath of the true father Silence will fall across our lands And the evensong of the field crows fills the air with naked cries With naked cries We shall raise the horn of our fathers to the winds And summon as before the lord of all dwellings As our heritage fades into time and no more of us will call You will ride the night winds and rejoice in our memory Our memory....... Forever will your spirit ride the winds And remember us and the dawn calling of Thunor
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Mighty Eithtelor you surround me, you are the unrelenting storm And the manifestation of the sun Mighty Eithtelor you surround me, you are the unrelenting storm Your shield is my shield and with your axe You will crack the heavens asunder Born in the fires of the hunters heart naked before the pillars of emptiness The moon is the gleam in your eye And forever more will you carry me before you None have honored you before as I and never will For you are the freezing breath of night Eithtelor unleash the moonless dark, unknown to those my enemies And never will your words strike their hearts with unending life Your breath fills my lungs And your fire gives me heart, gives me strength I walk alone but you are always with me I feel your presence unheard, unseen Your silence is a mountain, and your emptiness is my cloak Eithtelor walk with me until the sun warms a quite earth And I am entombed in hatred, for the vile things that walk around me So I will embrace the end as a new beginning Eithtelor walk with me until the sun warms a quite earth There I will join you and be everywhere And know that this is how it should be
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Ancient blood, sunless dawns Freezing winds, hatred storms Here in heathen lands Thoughts as thorns Pierce flesh to bone Ravens fly, through blackened skies In my cold heart, thou art mine enemy I draw upon the last breath of morning I will mix my blood with our pagan soil My cloak of mists will shroud me Born from the union of, wolves and crows Stone and clay, blood and soil Heathen kings, silent skies Golden dawns, winters grey, ravens fly Blood of the earth, sun wheel burns Death...rebirth These offerings I made! Spirits of water Spirits of air Heathen witchcraft In heathen lands
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
I am tempest, the bringer of storms, of bitter winds on sunless dawns Where summer lands are embers dying Lord of the sun tower, open wide the gates And strengthen my will to resist the dread spirits I draw upon the wellspring, for I am the one unseen WE, below the clouds in times of war, await your return I am tempest, and the bringer of storms, I am ravens call! I, the one who calls your name before the tеrminus Breathe your fires into our hеarts And we will follow you towards the suntowers gates I am the breath of hollow spirit and the shame of the kinless I am tempest, and the bringer of storms, I am ravens call! I, the one who calls your name before the terminus And the stars did shimmer fiery and heartless Immediate and inglorious The moon, their mistress had expired The winds were withered in the stagnant air And the clouds perished; darkness had no heed And I am the winds of the earth
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Kinsmen, carry my body, raise me high on a bed of shields Take me to where my fathers lay For this day will be my last, and this day will be my first In Wodens land In Wodens land, where the honored walk the halls Leave me here to die, amongst the silent stars There the hunter will watch over me And guard my weary bones And the wheel of time, will march over me As I wait here with those, thosе who came before mе All I ask of you my kin, is to gather here in song Every winter once again To raise the horn and sound it long Build a mound to lay my bones upon And here I will sail beneath the endless skies I will be as the winds of the earth My flesh as the soil And glorious will fade Men forget their oaths...in time I will remain entombed, as bright as the north star Build me a mound to lay my bones upon And here I will sail beneath the endless skies Build me a mound to lay my bones upon
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Come on silent wings, watcher of the downfall of man Ever watching and waiting, stalker of the battlefields Carrion kings, guardians of the sun wheel Fly on black wings on black winds, messenger of dead things A thick stench of damp earth, rises from woodlands and moorlands Fly on black wings on black winds, messenger of dead things And where I will dwell none shall know For my kingdoms are many and scattered amongst the winds A siren from the past, from the colds lands From wastelands, as pagan And the crows come My black bones burn Flesh stained red with iron rust earth Come on silent wings, carrion kings Fly on black wings on black winds Messenger of dead things A siren from the past, from the colds lands From wastelands, as pagan.......and the crows come Morning came and brought no light And men forgot their lives In the dread of this desolation For those who lit the watch fires Watched their cites be consumed
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026