Heathen Warrior

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Oh splenderous lande of thundere, where elder wordes outliv'd the times And northern wyndes still raise, this aulde pagan hearte of mine So afar from home, I've sail'd acrosse all seven seas Many a battle was won, many a foe's last breathe I've seen But here's the place where once this northern son was borne And here's the place where (oh) this hearte of pagan line belonges I will fighte, I'm a Heathen Warrior Noble fame on my minde Hail me nowe, I'm a Heathen Warrior Avow'd to leade an epic life I'm a Heathen Warrior Oh many suns did passe since I had left aulde Asa lande Forefathers' waye, nowe outlaw'd by foreigne hands And I heare the blathering of "There is but one god ..." But nevere was I borne to kneele before a strange foreigne crosse I will fighte, I'm a Heathen Warrior Noble prowesse on my minde Hail me nowe, I'm a Heathen Warrior Avow'd to leade an epic life Be thou hail'd, Heathen Warrior Noble prowesse on thy minde Unconquer'd swordsman, Northern Warrior Bold and brave be thy fighte Hail me nowe, I'm a Heathen Warrior Pagan glory I shall strive Thou art not conquer'd as longe as thy hearte is free Bolde and brave be my fighte I'm a Heathen Warrior

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A colde sable midwinter's nighte In the wake of the storme Loweringe clouds, a darksome skye Fiercest wyndes, thundere roars The huntinge wolves, an eerie sounde Oh the doom's drawing neare A deafening blare, sinister row Baneful signes, awe and feare Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tongihte Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte The Wilde Host is passing by Arm'd and wroth be the horde Undeade men, wolfe-warriors One-ey'd olde Man to the fore Some were burnt, some beheaded Some still are spear'd by the sworde Lo, beware, yielde their pathe Avoide their sighte or be wolf'd by their coarse Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tongihte Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tongihte Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

They foughte as warriors, glory cover'd men Age of the epic wars, here the tales begin... Bloode cover'd northerne grounde when trusted gods were bann'd Unsheath'd, the pagan sworde, freedom to defende The sounde of proven steele, still carried by the wynde Free men, free warriors, forearm'd for lande and kin Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Oh up highe the ravens flye, still gatheringe their lore And stille northerne wyndes are breathinge tales of times longe gone Swordsmen, the braven ones, with passion in their heartes Deeds of heroic kinde in times so wilde and darke Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte And thus I caste the runes and see what is foretolde Oh heare their whisper'd sounde, their powere to unfolde... Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Thundere roars on highe...feede the eagles in the skye... Battle-wyndes anighte...oh father withe one eye... Heare the ancient battle-cry...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

It's the age of the elders, oh the Olde Master's time When deepe covert sageness, indwell'd in our signes Olde wordes bounde to wisdome, oh so privy and grande Solemnly spoken, revealinge their strength, (oh oh oh) Now Baldr and Oden, The Bold and The Wise In the depths of the woodlande, on their horses they ride Baldr's foal on the grounde, oh a foote hath been sprain'd And The Olde Wisdome's Man intones the olde phrase... ...och Oden viskar besvarjande... "Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, joint to joint - So may they be glued" Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, - One-Eyed-Father, thy ken may come true "I recalle the runes upon my own inwarde eye Those that once I descried, the life-givinge signes I enter the secret realmes and I gaine the poweres to heale And thus I now whisper their names and their magick reveals" (oh oh oh) ...och Oden viskar besvarjande... "Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, joint to joint - So may they be glued" Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, - One-Eyed-Father, thy ken may come true "Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, (joint to joint)... so may they be glued..." "Like bone-sprain, so bloode-sprain, (so joint-sprain)..." "Bone to bone and bloode to bloode..." "Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, joint to joint - So may they be glued" Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, - One-Eyed-Father, thy ken may come true Bone to bone (bloode to bloode) Joint to joint (bloode to bloode) Bone to bone... bloode to bloode

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Ride on oute, rally the fore Grante us strengthe and vigoure to protecte our native shores Fireborne, like the stars, the moone and sun Give us thy endurance, spare my brethren from the crosse As sworn brothers we strike, to die in his name is to live againe Hel Blinder - Oh guide us with your mighte of... Fyre & Ice - The charge of battle-dealers Bloode red skies - We honoure the Slain-Receiver Fyre & Ice - The calle of Olde Believers Let arrows fly - The fighte of deathe or glory in Fyre & Ice Oh like a thunderbolte oute of the yawninge voide We defy the frozen wasteland to defende our heathen soule Stormy shieldes, oh never yielde Ride downe the enemy, run them backe into the sea As sworn brothers we strike, to die in his name is to live againe Hel Blinder - Oh guide us with your mighte of... Fyre & Ice - The charge of battle-dealers Bloode red skies - We honoure the Slain-Receiver Fyre & Ice - The calle of Olde Believers Let arrows fly - The fighte of deathe or glory in Fyre & Ice As sworn brothers oh we strike againe Hel Blinder - Oh guide us with your mighte of... Fyre & Ice - The charge of battle-dealers Bloode red skies - We honoure the Slain-Receiver Fyre & Ice - The calle of Olde Believers Let arrows fly - The fighte of deathe or glory in Fyre & Ice

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Heede the chante of the foreste, I feele his breathe in the wistful wynde "Threefolde-three nights on the tree...", I seek his gaze in the well of Wyrd Don't query the signes, don't question thy sanity But knowe what thou wielde, compassion or steele, you'll threefolde receive... We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne They tamper'd with places of powere, Usurper's shrine in our sacred hills Unbroken we stande like the will of the lande, oh beware thy reckoninge... Oh followe the trothe, the weave of our destiny But knowe what thou wielde, compassion or steele, you'll threefolde recieve... We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine There will be a seconde cominge of the elder waye And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne "Once more we shalle awaken his voice And knowe it more truly than e'er before Conqure the worlde from inside thyselfe And his whisper becometh a thunderinge roar" Threefolde-three worldes of the tree Three for the Norns weavinge thy Wyrd Threefold-three nights on the tree Knowe what thou wielde, you threefolde receive... We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne

Twelven are the nights atween the years and tymes When memories awake and the wyndes blowe oh so highe The Wilde Hunte, a giante horde, prowlinge throughe the darke The Wilde Hunte, a raginge storme, and no one oute there evades the din from afar Wolven Nights The Norns will foreknowe thy fate Wolven Nights Followe the trace of the elder waye Phantoms of the past oh will waite for ye at laste To settle olden score (olden score) from the dayes so longe afore Oh the unseen, thy destiny, callinge from beyonde Oh thy hidden dreames, the prophecy, divine visions, forecaste what is to come Wolven Nights The Norns will foreknowe thy fate Wolven Nights Followe the trace of the elder waye Avowels of vengeance The spirits arise from the ancient tymes The arrival of fortune Heare Oden's call in the Wolven Nights... Wolven Nights The Norns will foreknowe thy fate Wolven Nights Followe the trace of the elder waye Avowels of vengeance The spirits arise from the ancient tymes The arrival of fortune Heare Oden's call in the Wolven Nights...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Borne and rais'd in the realme of the hammer Pagan heartes, poundinge harder than e'er before Flee from the treacherous signe of the crosse To fynde the pathe of glory Where the elders have walk'd upon... Ravenhearte - One ey'd god watche o'er me Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye Ravenhearte - Hail me, I'm the chosen one Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne A Ravenhearte The northwynde was leadinge me The elder wisdome to see Greate voices of war tooke holde of me And the gods were summoninge me Free'd from the false-hearted claws of the crosse I seeke the pathe of glory Where the elders were stridinge upon... Ravenhearte - One ey'd god watche o'er me Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye Ravenhearte - Hail me, I'm the chosen one Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne A Ravenhearte Ravenhearte - One ey'd god watche o'er me Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye Ravenhearte - Hail me, I'm the chosen one Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne A Ravenhearte

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

See! Warpe is strecht'd for warriors' fall Lo! Weft in loome, 'tis wet with bloode Withe entrails of men and heads of the slaine On blood-sodden spears they are weavinge the fraye Heare ... The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall Oh the Maidens warp'd their woofe Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war Oh the Maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one Bloodstain'd swordes, Lo! How spearheads flashe Shafte will breake and shields will crashe One gore of bloode on the fielde dyed red As the weavinge thrives the king's bloode be shed Heare ... The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall Oh the Maidens warp'd their woofe Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war Oh the Maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one And thus they winde their warwinninge woofe And the christend'd kinge, to deathe now foredoom'd Forthe they will ride, rushinge throughe the ranks They spare not one life, stouthearted they'll stande Heare ... The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall Oh the Maidens warp'd their woofe Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war Oh the Maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one The Valkyries call ...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Thunderinge hooves Carry me to my destiny Vultures of carrion (summon me) Summon me to the battlefielde Bones in the hills The valley echoes my battle cry I savour my fury (withe the mighte) Withe the mighte of Habrok I'm soaringe highe Tyr marks my spear, like Gungnir I sweare My wrathe shalle fly true We were torn and bereav'd, outlaw'd and renegaded But the lande has stay'd untam'd And the northern steele remaineth... Hous'd in the runes Fiery wyndes of my heritage Oh wisdome of ages Hallowe and holde this holy-stead We've been hunted and scatter'd Now stormes are foreboding an age of deluge The elder faithe was unshatter'd, my wrath shall fly true We were torn and bereav'd, outlaw'd and renegaded But the lande has stay'd untam'd And the northern steele remaineth... We were torn and bereav'd, outlaw'd and renegaded But the lande has stay'd untam'd The hills still calle oute my name And the northern steele remaineth...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

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