As the Sunrise Flickers

Haunted while sleeping Released from here and now by their ancestors Traditional ceremony once called archaic Found a true, deeper meaning New-born muses rise... From Bolivian Eyes were open at last Disguised by an athem Blown by the northwind A message was served them They were chosen to abandon Their present way of life Ordered to return Enter their "avinitioanimuses"

Peace of mind when light of day is whitenight A solemn mist of melancholy rages An old man shadow-less he was With no need for a name Beyond age he was Appeared is ominous omniscient His eyes where glimmering They revealed a pain A longing for an end The omniscient entering his sacristy In dark solemnity

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

I am the son, the eternal one I walk the horder, guards the faith Behind the veil of time I am, and i will always be there In times of glory there came men... dressed In white... With no pride... The talked about god and of sin And they slayed all who woudn't believe Their words of peace and forgiveness Forced upon them the god and emptiness Never to fall - Satand proud Never to fall - Northern Gods Now the time of change is here God have met the northern winter Now the time of change is here Rise from your grave o' lords

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

(Ymes blod vender hjem) .....Baner seg stier....fosser.......bekker..... Blant ulmende knokler og spirende liv, Som yudige Froyas besettende blikk. .....Uhemmet lekende.......lokkende...... Glitrende tarer.....av gildeste solver. Hilser det Tvinnil med glede....pa gjensyn..... Denne veldige vuggen....dets hjem.... ....Store Bla......Atals myr.... Mane gloder. Egger Yme...til hamskifte. Som Froyas oyne-dansende, lekende. Skal fjellheimens snekledte vende tilbake....hjem..... Lange bekker, ned fosser...mot kilden. Veldige Atals myr.... Atter gjester Froy oss. Faderlig rundhandet. Sjenker oss atter.... ......Einmaanads grode...... Ymes frosne konkler vakner fra rensende sovn. Under Vinterhvelvs vinge.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

As the sunrise flickers and the angels fall I behold the rise of the northernstar Draped in fire and ice, the resurrection Visions of a birth so long ago foreseen When the world crumbles and falls to dust In the ruins I will stand Let the icy light embrace you And the shinning star guide you To my eternal kingdom of emptiness My bellowed throne of thorns When the world crumbles and falls to dust In the ruins I will stand Grant me your soul for one cold kiss Follow me, for I am the legion In fire I descebd for... "I AM THE RESURRECTION"

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Dei grame fra Asgard, signet ham til a fore sitt asatro folk til kamp bak Odins skjold. Nordavinden bar deres kvad til hans ore. Til Borsonns are skulle Norsonner i Nidgjold. Dette var lagnaden, Heimdals sonners ledd. Til are for Vognguden og Forndinners tro. Skulle ynkelige gudevarger spiddes pa spydodd. Og Mannsblot og Asatroens stolte glod atter gro. Kamplysten lettet hans sorgtunge beyn. Hatet til hvitekrists treller gjorde ham stinn. Alle kristne som kom for hans syn fik nadelost smake hans blotslystne sinn.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

In the north the mighty mountains Reach relentlessly to the sky They have always been there, and will Always be while the time passes by Even when the world crumbles And fall to dust The north will stand proud and mighty As the sign of odin and glory We refuse to fall under the cross We'll fight to the last man has fallen Even then we will not give in We hate chosen to live in eternal sin... So let Gods of our fathers sin And guide you through the nets of lies So you may walk proudly in this world Until the day of reckoning, when all men dies.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

En glitrende gra solvkledd mane. Fra tidenes morgen en solvravnen var sendt. Den for som et trollsyn i natten. Eggende trollsyn lunt vevd inn i et sjel av sorgkledd take. En vitring om svigul, om blod gilde, strid. Ravnen messet intenst og lokkende. Sjeletarende toner fra oven kloyver stillhetens lappede skjold. Omslort av rimkald natt I tidenes morgen verken sol eller mane. Et tomrom uten jord og himmel. Nivlheims strid i mot Muspelheim var det eneste i tomhetens gapende svelg. I dette kosmiske skjaringpunkt, ble Yme den forste av hans legeme lagde Borsonn jord, himmel og hav. Enda kan man se av Muspells hete gnister stjerner blinke mot Ymes veldige skalle. Nordens demring...... den forste, den eneste.... Nordens demring...... den forste, den storste....

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Seduced by evil desecrated by doubt I am trapped, frozen by the oath But yet I do like it, I surely uninhivited Infernal bridges eternal chaos The only sight behind my back Time has no power anymore The momentum... My end is present Cold firm hands of death Femme fatale, frozen limbs lead my way Gliding like shadowns through broken mirrors White human life pass in review Entering a mental vision Riddles interlaced in poetry Uncovering keys Stranded... Stripped to the core Floating above the abyss The black hole "the nowhere" beyond present Yet to be introduced to destination unknown

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025