Freya

Freya A Sword of fire and an axe of cold Vision of the sibyl has fortold Armies gather on the battle-plain All will fall and earth will die in flame Here on the Battle-Plain We will die in Flame In Falcon's feathers soaring ouverhead Choosing warriors among the dead Twilight written in the runes of crones Freya weeps upon her golden throne Upon her golden throne We wait for her alone Call us unto your hall Take us into your thrall

Iron ships on seas of blood Black winds fill its silver sails Iron Swan rises high above In crimson twilight through the earthly veil Legions of vermin surround me Malefic taint in their eyes Madness gives way to delusion In defense of a fortress of lies Iron Swan floats amidst the reeds Its shadow long upon the water It gives a cry for what can never be Which draws the eyes of Odin's daughters Scion of storms, aegis of rime I call on the powers of old Unleash your vengeance to punish the crimes Of those who I name as my foes

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Mar 26, 2026