Domgeorn
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They journeyed so far on swans'-riding, That glimmering sound where the wave-cutters play While the sky-jewel poured gold down upon them And as Friya's tears did dance on the waves. They sank shafts into warriors and virgins, No hedge-rider cast them an eye, For they were all born sons of Woden, And their time had not yet come to die... Fearlessness steads more than feint-heart, For a man who would put, his nose our of side For the length of our days and the time of our death Were fated long ago, afore they did ride. When the calling for them to pass Wælgrind Echoed loudly round Eotenes' dome Tthen they laid down their weapons beside them, And entered the hills of home... But a foreign god, Came to these golden shores, Bringing misfortune and lies, Bringing our world's demise, But rise, The mound is cracked in two, Ancient ones alive, Sons of Woden ride, Never die, Ride from Wælhealle's gates, Ride the wind-kites, Follow thy fates. My sire was Æse My dam was Elme, Bathed in fire, breath of Woden. Alien god has failed. Ride... Seoð ge fela þeoda geslægena On þæm naman elþeodigres godes Beatene brocene burnene drencede Forðæm manas leasan ful. Seoð ge friðes god cymeð geond þæm geofone mennum in byrnum wæpnes brogdene laðe cwellende broðru nimende sweostra stelende land swaðæt weras sculon irnan to beorgenne lif fram fyrum ðe birnað ond sweorcað þa windas þy stence flæscbryna. þrowunga sculon beon gestælede Wodnesuno ridað to sigore... [See the many slaughtered in the name of a foreign god, beaten, broken, burned and drowned, for unfounded crimes. See the god of peace come across the sea, men in mail-shirts, wielding swords in anger, killing brothers, raping sisters, stealing lands so that men must run to save their lives from the fires that burn and darken the skies with the stench of burning flesh. Suffering shall be avenged. Sons of Woden, ride to victory.] When the æsctree is weighty with corpses, And the vebond encloses the circle one more, When the sign of the hammer is righted, And the masses praise gods who were born to these shores, When the children are proud of their father, Sons of Woden wherever they roam, Then once more we can lay down our weapons, And enter the hills of home...
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 10, 2026
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Mec on morgenne Met on wege Hæle ane He hrædlice cwom Billberend on blancan ridan His byrne scira scan. "Hwær fram cymeđ þu Cempa bealda" "Ic cume norþan Fram norđhymbra londe, For þær sind fleogende Fanan myrca Þær Oswies fæder feoll. "Þrymfæste ferdon we Þegnas to guđe On folmum berende Bradswurd ond linda. Wlancan wigan Wolcnum under Sigor us softe cwom. "Me wæs geþuht þæt Đenden we foron Wiđ hringlocan Twegen hrefnas geseah Wodnes wuhte To wiste wendon Ond græghaman golon neah "Mecas sweogon Mæcgas swigodon Þæs cristenan cyninges Clomm wæs unbuden For hondleas hehđ On holtes wuda Ond fett þas fuglas wel Þađe hine geþicgeađ đearle Ond hæþenan hæleđ giellađ 'Þæt đe ealneg wæs eft sceal'" VICTORY SONG One morning I met on the road A lone man riding quickly Spear-bearer on a white horse His mailcoat brightly shone. "From whence do you come, bold warrior?" "I come from the North, from Northumberland For Mercian banners now fly Where Oswiu's father fell. "Gloriously we went, thegns to the battle, Bearing broadsword and shield on our arms. Splendid warriors under the heavens Victory came easy to us. "It seemed to me that, as we advanced Against the mail-shirts, I saw two ravens, Woden's creatures going to feast, And the grey-coats sang nearby. "Swords clashed, men fell silent, The Christian king's grip was released, For handless he hangs on a forest tree And feeds the birds well. They that greatly enjoy him And Heathen heroes call out 'That which always was shall be again'".
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
First ye must plough afore ye can sow and the seed must be planted afore it can grow. The corn must well ripen afore ye can reap and the grain must be ground afore bread ye eat. Mundilfær's kin cross the sky never meeting, they'll never turn back for the wolf jaws are gaping, they journey from east to the west, they are never escaping, they'll never change time and they'll never change Wyrd and so do you think to recorder this life, do you think that the spoke can change it's place locked in the wheel which is endlessly rolling forever on and on and on... First must be Winter afore comes the Spring and the forest awaken afore the birds sing, the Summer days lengthen afore they must wane and the harvest be gathered afore the Samhain. Mundilfær's kin cross the sky never meeting, they'll never turn back for the wolf jaws are gaping, they journey from east to the west, they are never escaping, they'll never change time and they'll never change Wyrd and so do you think to recorder this life, do you think that the spoke can change it's place locked in the wheel which is endlessly rolling forever on and on and on... See the old man as he painfully draws his last breath and wonders what wonders lurk beyond the dark veils of death; in endlessly falling he finds him self crawling again, re-enters the circle where only the pain stays the same. Only the pain stays the same. You enter the circle again. Just as the corn yields the grain so the grain must yield corn once again... First comes the darkness afore comes the dawn and the blood must be present afore one was born; the child must find learning afore he can grow til forgetfullness withers afore we return below. Mundilfær's kin cross the sky never meeting, they'll never turn back for the wolf jaws are gaping, they journey from east to the west, they are never escaping, they'll never change time and they'll never change Wyrd and so do you think to recorder this life, do you think that the spoke can change it's place locked in the wheel which is endlessly rolling forever on and on and on... (Ni fuil an sabras aðragad deað).
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
Swa þolodon we on þære geare Nigonhund an ond nigontig Þađe deniscra drenga, darođas ond ecga To ongelþeode ege gebrohton. Byrnan geclofene wæron Ac ure ellenmærđo on ecnysse beođ STIORI VENSK AT STÆRA STOR VERK DUNU GEIRA. HALDA KANN MED HILDI HIALDR-TYR UND SIK FOLDU. HARRI SLITR I HVERRI HIARRANDA FÖT SNERRU. FALLA THAR TIL FYLLAR FIALLVARGS IÖRU THOLLAR. SKYTRAT SKÖGLAR VEDRI ENSKIALDAGI HALDASK HILDAR HLEMMIDRIFU OF HVITUM THRÖM RITAR EN I SÆFIS SVEITA AT SVERDTOGI FERDAR RYDR ALDAR VINR ODDA THAT ER IARLMEGIN SNARLA Ongan ceallian þa ofer cald wæter Byrhtelmes bearn, beornas gehlyston. "Nu eow is gerymed, gađ ricene to us Gumen to guđe. God ana wat Hwa þære wælstowe wealdan mote" HVERR ALI BLODI BYRSTA BENS RAUDSYLGIUM YLGI NEMA SVA AT GRAMR OF GILDI GRAD DAG MARGAN VARGI. GEFR ODDVITI UNDIR EGG NYBITNAR VITNI HERR SER FENRIS FITIAR FRAMKLO LODNAR RODNA HILMIR HIALMA SKURIR HERDIR SVERDI RODNU HRIOTA HVITIR ASKAR HRYNIA BRYNIU SPANGIR. HNYKKIA HLAKKAR ELDAR HARDA SVARDAR LANDI REMMA RIMMU GLODIR RANDA GRAND OF IARLI Forwann ond calde þis wæte hruse Ond wæstode þær ic licge Ic forhtie þeos wunde is ful geworhte Min feorh nealecđ to his ende. Nu fierlene wierđ þære fylde sweg Geswolgen þurh swignesse hludre Ond wælmist fielđ fram fyrigum eagum To fyllenne hungrigne grund. An sind mines hleores wong hrineđ Gefælsodu eagen openie Swa ellene secende æđele ferđe Ætywađ þa wælcyrgan Seo fægeroste femne me foran stent Seo harne hengest ritt Goldbeorhtan helme ond guđbille sciran Seo swinsađ þa swetestan word. "La wille þu cuman ond windan mid me On rodor to ridenne wide? Forđæm ealfæder hæfđ þe gehaten be naman Mid wuldre þær to wistene. In his healle bitt þe herenes Þina holdcyþþa hlynsiađ þin lof Ælce dæge meaht feohtan, ælce nihte meaht risan Mid ale ond meado beo fylde" Swa windađ wit wide on weder ridađ To heahhame þær hremmas fleogađ Ond eahta ođra ætywađ neah Gehwylce ane sum hæle birđ. Onw we gađ glædmode to gyldre healle Sigorbeorhtre þære sunnan mid Forđæm welan wyrđe wigan bitt Wælfæderes corene suno. TO WÆLHEALLE [Maldon 991) How we endured in that year, 991, when Danish warriors brought spears and swords to England. Shields were broken, mail-shirts cloven, but our glorious deeds will be forever. Viking war song (words from Snorri Sturluson's "Edda" C13th) The spear-din controller is used to carrying out great deeds. The battle-Tyr holds his land with warfare. The lord cuts Hiarrandi's clothing (mail-shirts) in every battle. Combat-firs (warriors) fall as food for the mountain wolf. Hild's storm (arrows) is shot in Skogul's wind (battle), but shields can't be held around the edge. The friend of men reddens points with the queller's-sweat (blood) at the army's sword-drawing. Such is the power of the earl. Byrhtnoth's speech (From "The Battle of Maldon", in the Old English Chronicle for year 991) Byrhtelm's son began calling across the cold water. The warriors listened "Now the way is clear. Go quickly to us, men to the battle. God alone knows who will command the battlefield". Viking war song continued (words from Snorri Sturluson's "Edda" C13th) Who will feed the bloody-bristled she-wolf with the wound's red drink. The prince regularly strengthens the wolf's greed. The leader gives the watcher (wolf) wounds newly-pierced by edge. The men see Fenrir's front paws redden. The prince gives power helms'-showers with reddened swords. White ash-spears fly, mailcoats ring. Hlokk's flames (swords) cut off the hairs-land (heads), war-embers (swords) damage shields around the earl. Dark and cold this wet ground And wetter where I lay I fear this wound was well made My life nears it's end. Now distant sounds the battle noise Drowned out by the silence so loud And the bloodmist falls from burning eyes To feed the hungry ground. A wind touches my ears Cleared eyes open So to glory-seeking, noble heart Appeared the Valkyrie. The fairest woman ever seen Riding a grey horse Gold-bright helm and shining war-sword, She sang the sweetest words. "Will you come and fly with me To ride far across the sky For Allfather has called you by name With glory there to come. Honour awaits you in his hall, Your ancestors sing your praise. Each day to fight, each night to rise, With ale and mead to be filled. So we travelled far, riding the clouds, To the high-home where ravens fly And eight others drew near Each one carrying a warrior. And we went with glad-hearts to the golden hall Victory-bright in the sun For noble warriors reside there Battle-father's chosen sons.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Listen to the thunder shake the hills, awaken not the giants who sleep to still. As the lightning through the storm, through your hearth may be so warm, theres a fire which rages within. And the song may not waken me, and the strong may threaten me, stood so long against the wind and rain. Where the ravens fly so high, where the Earth caress the sky, I shall climb to the ancient gods who reign. I hear the mountain call my name, awake the hearts of those who will remain, these ancient ones will e'er reside and they call for me to enter the mountainside. Listen to their whisper in your heart, so loud it tears your mind and soul apart. To the faithfull ever clear, to the brave it brings no fear. Theres a river which rages within. Though long may the journey seem, though life may seem just a dream, and the wolves may be many in the night, when the gods ignore my cry, when my foes wish me to die, I will never give up the will to fight. I hear the mountain call my name, awake the hearts of those who will remain, these ancient ones will e'er reside and they call for me to enter the mountainside. The mountainside...The mountainside...The mountainside...
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Now proud our legions stand, our banners fyin' in the wind. Swords glisten, shinin' in the sun ere it's begun the battle's won... I'm the one Here's my son He was born Out of the sun. I'm the one Here's my son See his heart His time is come so raise the battle hail... See how the weak ones flee; the proud and strong alone will stay. Raise weapons, harken to the sound which cleaves the sky and curs the ground... I'm the one Here's my son He was born Out of the sun. I'm the one Here's my son See his heart His time is come so raise the battle hail... Raise the mighty hand of doom and reach our with the sword of justice to smite from the earth all those who dishonour the virtues of power, strenght and might. Let their screams fill the air, let their lifesblood fall on the battle- scarred earth, and let our mighty legion drink the blood of all those who stand against us in defiance of our noble quest. Lords of death, I heed your call... now take my answer... I'm the one Here's my son He was born Out of the sun. I'm the one Here's my son See his heart His time is come so raise the battle hail... Courage alone can set it free; the hero's heart inside of thee. Flesh withers, honour never dies, eternally our glory shines. I'm the one Here's my son He was born Out of the sun. I'm the one Here's my son See his heart His time is come so raise the battle I'm the one Here's my son He was born Out of the sun. I'm the one Here's my son See his heart His time is come so raise the battle, raise the battle hail...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
If fear still thy heart hold close to the fire; the harvest moon rises and burns as the pyre Mock not the ancients, invite not their curse; misfortune or mirth do they hold in their purse Samhain When Summer greets Autumn and green turns to gold, when the barn is well laden stray not from the fold, when Morrigen circles, her fortune to bring, for does death treat the beggar more lightly than king? Samhain Summer's gone, the sun is dying; Winter draws so harsh and cold; gates of Hell stand wide and open, forgotten realm of days of old; hope-fires burn caressing moonlight, tongues of flame lick the sky Within the circle of the ancients the fattened calf prepares to die The forest sleeps, awaits the Springtime; Beltaine's fire will bring new life; await the passing of the Winter; await the dawning of the new light You want to know what holds the future; you want to know of hope or fear? Beware the swords the gods are speaking, some things you may not want to hear... Choose well thy words lest folly be thine Choose well desire lest suffer in time Choose well thy thoughts be less fleeting than rain case the gods to thy bidding when they walk at Samhain Samhain
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Erce, erce, erce, eorðan modor. hæl ues þu folde fira modor. Beo þu ʒrouende on ʒoda fæðme...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
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When Sðl bathed Rind's rival in Mardoll's eyelash-dew, and the powers of dwarves burden gazed from home of the chosen few, then the mother of the earth-ring-bane, Ygg's first tree-clad bride, danced gaily neath the world-hall's flame and adder's ease betide. Yet valley fish rest lightly, the sea-thread writhes and coils, for corpse-brand-thorns spread Northway o'er Blain's skull-fetter's soils to provoke the deaths of arm-fire-heirs of nine-wave-mothers' son. With third's deserted wife daimed theirs thus the Ragnarok's begun. Now Onar's only daughter lies beaten, raped, betrayed since Rome has waded Ægir's road, called Vidrir's line its slaves. Yet Svolnir mourns Night's broken child who neath the elfdisc trod, on whom the all-bright wave-fire smiled, the beloved of the raven god.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025