Nifelheim

The air was so cold and pure I could almost touch the heart of its sin I turned my face against the sky Nocturnal gates ruled this blackest night I held my sword high... And drank the blood on its cold blade In a cyclone of infernal desire The ancient northern warriors rose again The pagan wind blows Through the mists of eternal hate Black ravens fly Riding the winds of forgotten pride So this night had come at last... Raped is the grace of the queen of love I laugh as the whore cries Her tears of blood drown the frozen ground A northern kingdom rose At the artic waste of eternal night This new aeon was... for the ones Of this northern throne I stood there alone at these mountains Cold winds of hate filled my wings I flew through this winter night (Knowing) These kingdoms shall be forever A hunger for the purest blood (Repeat vers 1)

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A tale from forgotten times Told of aeons of hunger and lust This vision of enthroned sin Was truly the promised sign So, the winds from the ancient kingdom Brought forth years of war and pain And for us the sacred hatred Was like a blaze ruling the sky This blackest of sunsets cast its cold waves Upon this frozen nocturnal waste The sign for a holocaust to come This vision was forsooth dark... The arctic star of blackness A burning eye of hate And I was reborned Through its cursing light

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

among the Gods of War On black wings I saw Him ride Where the fires enthrone my scorn Forsooth... He was the beast I saw the Pagan lust... And my Sword shall be wet of blood The dreams of grace I devastate I follow the burning Serpent eye And watch the dawn of black War I saw the end of time... Chaotic was the seed we were sowing Armageddon brings forth the Storm And we drowned in the Chants of the Ravens Now their blood was our wine I felt that white light will wither And I knew that Our time was to come So where Ancient Lords gather As a King (among Kings) I shall stand proud Summon now our Disciples We shall gather to call the Storm Speak the words of devastation Bring forth Gods of Ancient War

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The dawn of the new beginning Was seen from the mountain Where the kings of northern might Were gathered to claim their thrones Their eyes were cold With burning hate They watched the dawn And saw their world And truly... This was the end of the years of light At last our dawn had come "A vision of war and lust" Its mightiness blinded our eyes And so the cold winds of ancient hate Cleansed the northern lands... Tall in might They claimed their thrones The christian god Kissed their feet The kings of northern might Returned with pride And so their swords Were red of blood Troth... This was the northern storm Brought forth by their hate This was the dawn of their return Behold... the dawn of war

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

These cold winds caught my soul Vailing winds from this northern land The eternous winterstorm... An arctic night of shadows rose And from the highest mountain I behold this frozen waste Under the sunless sky A kingdom of might and pride The eternal freezing winter... These winds from the mountains of frost Brought forth echoes of the wolves cries Bleak and damned they gather in the mist To cry against the cursing... ...Moon

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

So I see the dawn (Of) The fallen from light As a sign in the sky Cold is the naked moon It's burning there... burning cold The untouched flame... of Armageddon Tt calls my name... with distant cries The blaze is mine... and so is all Within the storms of thy burning hate Lies the destiny of the false My scorn of the whitest lie Seals my fate among the rotting My scorn of the whitest lie Burns like a calling blaze

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Called by a winter chant Summon the ancient kings A nameless fetid sin Lies in the chilly air I watch the gods of chaos On their way through northern lands The wind was freezing cold And the sky was ruled by flames A winter storm filled my wings And I flew aloft to follow them I rode the wind through the night And knew that I was the chosen A winter chant... grips for my soul The seven kings of the new aeon Gathered in this pagan land I followed their speechless calls I was their disciple and heir A winter chant... grips for my soul

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

...This is the night of werewolves... The bloodred sky Ruled by flames of twisted hate This darkest night An open gate for the black kings that were The fallen grace Raped by the scorn of the northern kings A choir of wolves Howl out their hate against the cold sky An ancient king He rode the black winds through the sky His sword was a burning flame of arctic pride This endless night gathers the vision of a black throne A winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and war The werewolf Revel in the blood of the sacred whore This night is cold And it was foretold to last for aeons An ancient king He rode the black winds through the sky His sword was a burning flame of arctic pride This endless night gathers the vision of a black throne A winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and war Black lightnings of returning gods, strike the sky A throne of desire was built, a throne of might I saw them summon under the droning moon I drowned in their eyes... so black and cold So black and cold...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025