The Battle for Greatness
We are true to gods of religion, always fought for heathendom, knowing wisdom – carving runes We fought the sword-fight upwards, with villains in windings stairs. At the top of the towers we watched over the lands We have come so far, earned to ride the ship called Nagelfar! Through the air towards the northern-star, Heimdall gives entrance to the land of the gods Through the air towards the northern-star, Heimdall gives entrance to the land of thе gods Winners’ demeanor, raw powеr from within. Men following the way of the warrior… the heathens We found the Temple and its tricks, so… Naturally, we’ve come this far to earn the ride on the ship called Nagelfar! Through the air towards the northern-star, Heimdall gives the worthy entrance to the land of the gods Through the air towards the northern-star, Heimdall gives the worthy entrance to the land of the gods
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Come around, be calm like us, become clean, at the temple of vitalism! Stay Aaah! When you tame odic powers of hate, into vital projectiles and aim them straight Find the sacred place of life, hidden deep in the mountains of mist Few men will enter the gates, only them with hearts of hate We study the wisdom of steel, white magic, geo-engineering No pain Find the temple of vitalism Stay a hundred years be changed with us, be charged like us We turn water into mead, we create the storm of change When you travel to the abandoned mountains, to enter the deadliest path To travel to the lost temple of secrets, unheard of in the unheathen world! A path leads up through thickest mist, soon we walk on ledges next to steinbocks The sound of the wind Be changed, be charged with lighting and storm, taught by holy gods You’ll need to face the guarding Trolls and cowardice Kobolds Tag along, enjoy the view, breath the air around Drink cold water from the spring Taste the bloody meat The weakest we slay with daggers at throat, enjoying the echoes of growling death As we pass their warzone.. we walk in starvation for miles trying not to fall Fewer by the numbers now, than we were in the past of times We see the shimmer of the silver gates, in the distance, always far No pain, Find the temple of vitalism
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Viking-men ride over the seas, storming shores for greater peace Up the hills to the dragon’s cave, slay the serpent-beast and save the day Until then: we can't get along, and we wonder who amongst us is strong Dragons will fly, high in the sky, burn buildings down to the ground Ghoul-dragons crawl out of their graves, in their hunt for human flesh Beast-dragons fly in the moonlit nights, attack the people from behind Once again dragons will rise We the bravest men draw cold steel, and stain it with poisonеd blood Yes, the men will diе tonight, but also dragon heads will roll My society is immune to the burning firebreath Otherwise our blood would boil, and throw us into the void My society quest for gold, and to slay draconic ancestors of Nidhugg Dragons will fly, high in the sky, burn buildings down to the ground Ghoul-dragons crawl out of their graves, in their hunt for human flesh Beast-dragons fly in the moonlit nights, attack the people from behind Once again dragons will arise
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
His eyes tells a plan, a vague sound of ignite Spite rises up, phosphoric blasts, they take off He works all alone, that’s the way of chaos Thousands of years old, witness to all evil Good or bad? He is neutral He works under chaotic laws He’s at war with demons horde, he won’t budge his personal cause Bright eyes, filled with spite, he can't miss his enemy Heimdall, the mighty wizard Heimdall... heimdall... His philosophy: track the demons. spot them all. blast their skulls Philosophy: erasе their whole existancе with his powers Heimdall, he is never far away Heimdall, the all-seeing god Heimdall, hovers above town Heimdall, see his shining eyes, in the night!
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Cryptic messages from the other side, reaches out for you through time You can listen to them for peace of mind, or fill your beings with vital aggression Cryptic messages now heard again, tells a legend of bold and mighty men, of: Masters of the storm, standing side by side with the Valkyries of destiny! Heard through the wind at the birth of storms, traveling through light of thunder bolts Electric metal, vibrating steel, singing swords, the destiny – it kneels Odin’s powers… of vital aggression! Odin’s war-magicians on a mission, to stop the villains vast expansion Vital warriors now guard your town, with firm exprеssions of pure aggression Emancipated from within, Valhalla, yеs, the righteous kin Archaic powers given to them, here to aid mankind once again Heard through the wind at the birth of storms, traveling through light of thunder bolts Electric metal, vibrating steel, singing swords, the destiny – it kneels Odin’s powers… of vital aggression!
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
An old man walks from town to town, surrounded by mystery He’s dressed like a beggar, he smells like a pig With peculiar eyes, but his words are clear He rents a room at your local inn, and drinks a while at the bar He has something to say, so listen, he’ll tell a tale of great sensation: The first war of gods, gave birth to the multi-universe The second war at creation of man, initiated as the master plan The third war at the deluge of Atlе-land, scattered our kin across the mighty lands Wе built castles among the stars, blinded towards the code of the warrior We are shape-shifters in eternal embodiments Always at war with the antediluvians: the giants Soon the craze will begin, people massing in the streets The words from the mysterious man, now in the minds of the free Given to us by an old man, the disciple of Runelord
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
I see runes before my eyes, in the morning, at work, when drinking beer at night Rune-lore is clear to me, like the sky, the oceans and money for free No fight too hard for me, I love melee When Icelandic anarcho-capitalism pumps in my heart I can tell friend from foe, by their expressions when I enter the room Separate barbarian from baboon, the difference between hero and goon I’m the bearer of the lightning-sword... THE LIGHTNING SWORD! It’s not there to see, but when I need the steel It gives me absolute supremacy... SUPREMACY! I’m the bearer of the lightning-sword But one trick is above the rest, Life is no stress for me I have the advantage, I’m the bearer of magic steel Out of thin air, a blade flashes straight into my hand When the ghosts of the night attack in the dark, I know I might lose my blade What I own can be taken from me, this item forged by metal dwarves in the past
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Strong fourteen men, getting prepared Seven Guts and the seven Suiones To serve the ball in the ”pärk” Screaming they confront, and the game is on Slam the ball, like a man Kick the ball, gain that ground For success, you Frampärk champions Five points, ten points Who understands the rules at all? Cheering like thunder, and the crowd will follow That’s how Frampärk is done Slam the ball, like a man Kick the ball, gain that ground For success, you Frampärk champions There is no time for blunder Unleash the strength of thundеr You have to beat the Suionеs Show who's the champions This drama takes place year after year On Gotland, at the Stångaspel Be there, my friend, be there Or if you can’t maybe next year Slam the ball, slam the ball Kick the ball, gain that ground For success, you Frampärk champions
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
The darkest kind of magic, formed the Iron forest, back in the Age of necromancy In these woods still dwells the ancient Witch-queen Gullweig Guarded by a thousand hags, in a castle of gloom An age of battle between good and evil, muscle versus sorcery I’ll bring a lightning-sword with me To strike down the heresy From a place that cannot be seen, except by him that bears the lightning Comes a new Dark age, THE AGE OF NECROMANCY Loki, the lord of illusions, keeping this place in secret, in shadows of the darkеst magic In this twisted hell, Gullweig will cast thе necro-spell To bring the army of undead to our lands Inquisition again An age of battle between good and evil, muscle versus sorcery I’ll bring a lightning-sword with me To strike down the heresy From a place that cannot be seen, except by him that bears the lightning Comes a new Dark age, THE AGE OF NECROMANCY The age of necromancy A neo-death to the undeads, I promise the Witch-queen of evilness By vital super-powers die, hag, die I’m not a gentleman right now, get out! Demoness, I banish you, Your highness, get out of my mind A neo-death to the undeads, I promise the Witch-queen of evilness By vital super-powers... Die! In a skirmish with screaming hags, hauling ghosts in the sky, the magic sword wields my mighty powers Through endless pitch-black forest, to the castle of despair I bring light to darkness sane brains against mad heresy An age of battle between good and evil, muscle versus sorcery I’ll bring a lightning-sword with me To strike down the heresy From a place that can’t be seen, except by him that bears the lightning Comes a new Dark age, the Age of the necromancy From a place that can’t be seen, except by him that bears the lightning Comes a new Dark age, the Age of the necromancy
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Here we are in front of your eyes, great gods of the universe He, the Lord, brings the Staff of destiny, the master of bicamerality Throughout every land, men takes a stand, blessed by the gods of the universe With minds of metal and nerves of steel, we ride into battle, we know what is real We bring the Deathrune, total dominion, from the past, runic heavy metal forеver We bring the Dеathrune, total dominion, from the past, runic heavy metal forever Suione shaman receives understanding, words of the cunning arcane Suione musician tames the lightning, electric magician, an axe-man n’ slayer Throughout every land, men takes a stand, blessed by the gods of the universe With minds of metal and nerves of steel, we ride into battle, we know what is real We bring the Deathrune, total dominion, from the past, runic heavy metal forever We bring the Deathrune, total dominion, from the past, runic heavy metal forever Bulgarian lungs of leather delivers mid-range thunder, roaring power, gathering berserks And you! All of you who have been called, there’s the spark of goodness in all of you Throughout every land, men takes a stand, blessed by the gods of the universe With minds of metal and nerves of steel, we ride into battle, we know what is real We bring the Deathrune, total dominion, from the past, runic heavy metal forever We bring the Deathrune, total dominion, from the past, runic heavy metal forever Spoken: On the final day, we will not dominate, we’ll be wiped out along with our enemies On the final day the eternal warriors will march down the rainbow from Valhalla: to assist us against the oldest of threats But the spark of good and the stain of evil always survive Survive the burning pain of the Deathrune
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026