Battle Ballads

He strikes hard Down in the forge yard Out of the mountain mineshaft Hammered handcraft A broad blade To cast a dark shade Whether a mindful maker Or a bloody breaker He's long gone now Yet somehow Roads still lead there Ways of warfare Will rise again Right as rain Battle-ready Strong and steady We're hammered Into the vanguard We go to greet the old god Hammered heartblood Expended And life has ended Whether we're kind creators Or annihilators We're long gone now Yet somehow Roads still lead there Ways of warfare Will rise again Dead and slain Battle-hardened Paid and pardoned We're hammered hard We're long gone now Yet somehow Roads still lead there Ways of warfare Will rise again Inhumane Battle-weary Dark and dreary We're hammered hard

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Unsilenced strings Sound a wanting and inadequate song Unwieldy wings Wake a daunting singalong Unwasted words Weep for meaning in resentment and wrath Unbounded birds Black, convening on the path Unwandered ways Wait outside the gate Lost and late Undying days Vast, present to past Fade so fast Unwandered ways Wind through mountains And meandering miles Unproven praise Proves a fountain for my trials Bridges unburned Beckon lost and lawless Far though they roam Endings unearned Ease exhausted outcasts home Unwandered ways Wait outside the gate Lost and late Undying days Vast, present to past Fade so fast Unwandered ways Unwandered ways Wait outside the gate Lost and late Undying days Vast, present to past Fade so fast Unwandered ways Wait outside the gate Lost and late Undying days Vast, present to past Fade so fast Unwandered ways Wait outside the gate Lost and late Undying days Vast, present to past Fade so fast Unwandered ways Lost and late Fade so fast Unwandered ways

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Long ago and far away a lindwyrm lay upon his hoard No spear or sword could scratch a scale Some gilded tale drew lads and lords Enticed towards enormous hoards high on gold And I too would want to try The lindwyrm I will defy But one look into his eye I knew, dragons never die Whoever said and they lived happily forever after lied For tale and time go on no matter if I fail or find the Unimaginable hoard high on gold And I too would want to try The lindwyrm I will defy But one look into his eye I knew, dragons never die I knew, dragons never die The lindwyrm I will defy But one look into his eye I knew, dragons never die My own shadow soul will fly I take to the stormy sky Dragons never die

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Row Row Row Row Lads, you two come with me We'll set out to sea Take my advice on Handlines and the catch High waves we will ride That westerly tide Foreboding skies on the horizon Rowing this never ending ocean Growing despair keeps me in motion Oars groan as waves grow ever stronger Boards moan, we won't keep up much longer In this gale All to no avail On and on we sail Through rain, wind and waves Myself and the knaves Foresee a cursed night Shoreless is our woe The waves beat our prow But I will not bow And lose this worst fight Till the first light Rowing this never ending ocean Growing despair keeps me in motion Oars groan as waves grow ever stronger Boards moan, we won't keep up much longer In this gale All to no avail On and on we sail Fighting tooth and nail Longer in this gale One whole day and night he rows All to no avail Strokes unyielding he bestows On and on we sail Upon the lads all hope forlorn Fighting tooth and nail His only vow to brave the storm Longer in this gale Rowing this never ending ocean Growing despair keeps me in motion Oars groan as waves grow ever stronger Boards moan, we won't keep up much longer Rowing this slowly calming ocean Knowing that I gave my devotion To the best That's my final quest Lay me down to rest

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Torkil eigur sær døtur tvær at dansa Leingi á morgni sova tær Og væl er mær ansað Her vil eg á gólvið fram at dansa Tó at tú vilt mær lív í vanda Væl er mær ansað Tær sova sær so leingi á dag at dansa Til sól skín á teirra seingjastað Og væl er mær ansað Her vil eg á gólvið fram at dansa Tó at tú vilt mær lív í vanda Væl er mær ansað Ása lítla tendra ljós at dansa Vallarin er til seingjar fúsur Væl er mær ansað Her vil eg á gólvið fram at dansa Tó at tú vilt mær lív í vanda Væl er mær ansað Ása kastaði hurð til gátt at dansa Vallari, hav nú góða nátt Og væl er mær ansað Her vil eg á gólvið fram at dansa Tó at tú vilt mær lív í vanda Væl er mær ansað Torkil heitir á sveinar tvá at dansa Gangið á sjógv og kyndi bál Og væl er mær ansað Her vil eg á gólvið fram at dansa Tó at tú vilt mær lív í vanda Væl er mær ansað Tað var um ein morgun ný at dansa Vallarin brann í grønari líð Og væl er mær ansað Her vil eg á gólvið fram at dansa Tó at tú vilt mær lív í vanda Væl er mær ansað

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Vælkomnir føroyingar her í vási Eg meini vit eru mergjaðir enn Um mong ein hurð enn stendur í lási Vit roynast tó enn menskir menn Av látri ikki útskolaðir Enn eru vit ikki volaðir Av látri ikki útskolaðir Enn eru vit ikki volaðir Enn eru knotur í føroyskum kongum Tað kennist vit hvørt lógvatak Enn eiga vit sess á summum rongum Enn stíga vit fram um hurðarbak Enn torga broddi vit ímót' Enn lívir gamalt føroyskt grót Enn torga broddi vit ímót' Enn lívir gamalt føroyskt grót Um gamal runnur á Føroya vølli Enn slitið hevur í túsund ár Og illa trevsaður er av elli Og ber so stór og greflig sár So er tó haldgóð enn hvør spong Enn fara vit ikki undir kong So er tó haldgóð enn hvør spong Enn fara vit ikki undir kong Kom sessist tí við gleði og gaman Um vertskapsborð á hesi ferð Til skemtunar enn vit hittast saman Sum gamal landasiður er Væl unnast vit við kæti kátt Tí eitrandi er sprekið gott Væl unnast vit við kæti kátt Tí eitrandi er sprekið gott Og tá til hallar heim vit venda Hvør heldur leið at síni vrá Og henda veitslan er komin at enda Lat gamlar sinar roynast svá At verkum várum komandi Verður gleðilyndið fylgjandi At verkum várum komandi Verður gleðilyndið fylgjandi

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa They guide this guiltless lad to the gallows, make way Raring to run, I must be mad Bent down a desperate shape, by the gallows, I pray Head over heels is my escape Running up the ridge, my blood rushing Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing Hangman, take it home, you unfailing foe Far down below Exhausted by the hunt, set to fail from the start Stitch in my side, onward, I grunt Still breathe my burning lungs, still hammers my heart Long may this lore live in their songs Running up the ridge, my blood rushing Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing Hangman, take it home, you unfailing foe Far down below Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Running up the ridge, my blood rushing Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing Hangman, take it home, I'm hightailing Hasting, my death rushing Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing Hangman, take it home, you unfailing foe Far down below

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Thus the battlehorn rang out into the dawn Forge ahead towards a wall of weapons drawn Soon your screams of pain will sound across the sky Rage embraces me With axes raised I Run right into the fray My bloodlust blind Born and bred as a savage slayer Bellowing in the gory grind Wielding tools of heathen judgment Vengeance is my sole concern Ancient gods of the grave begrudge me Drenched in guts as you bleed and burn Lo, a spear in nimble hands impales my side Joke’s on you, I split your skull, to Hel you ride Downed I wipe your blood and brains from out my eye Rising to my feet Oh Týr be praised I Run back into the fray My bloodlust blind Born and bred as a savage slayer Bellowing in the gory grind Wielding tools of heathen judgment Vengeance is my sole concern Ancient gods of the grave begrudge me Drenched in guts as you bleed and burn Axes raised I Run right into the fray My bloodlust blind Born and bred as a savage slayer Bellowing in the gory grind Wielding tools of heathen judgment Vengeance is my sole concern Ancient gods of the grave begrudge me Drenched in guts as you bleed and burn

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Sing me a song I didn't hear for long Sing, lest I go anywhere winds may blow Tell me the tale wherein I may prevail Tell, lest I fall into the void with all I hold dear Walking blind along the ridge Guided onward by a legend relived in a rhyme Before us a long journey calls Over land and over time While echo in desolate halls Songs we sang when in our prime Bloody battle ballads call on the wasted warrior Reach up and rise from your fall Sing us the song we didn't hear for long Sing us the chance only one day to dance on the edge Of fear, of hope, lead by a legend relived in a rhyme Before us a long journey calls Over land and over time While echo in desolate halls Songs we sang when in our prime Our hero must ever endure Oceans deep and mountains high Songs from an adventurous tour Still resound across the sky Bloody battle ballads call on the fallen fighter Rise and recover it all An eternal legend relived in a rhyme Before us a long journey calls Over land and over time Still echo in desolate halls Songs we sang when in our prime Our hero must ever endure Oceans deep and mountains high Songs from an adventurous tour Ever sound across the sky Bloody battle ballads call on the heathen hero Ravaged but still standing tall

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Fjørustrond Órørd av mannahond Ikki ein sál í nánd Tak mína høgru hond Og set tín fót á land Á kaldan skeljasand Vís mær tín gamla gand Skonk mær títt beiska bland Tvitið, skitið, snykut Sicut a principio mundi Desertae semper fuerunt Causa latronum normannorum Vacuae anachoritis Nunquam eas insulas In libris auctorum memoratas Invenimus Tíðarmynd Sum vølvan næstan blind Sá í tí fjaru fyrnd Ígjøgnum hvirluvind Vit sita sund um sund Á oydnu oyggjagrund So ikki forna stund Fer fyri heyk og hund Tvitið, skitið, snykut Sicut a principio mundi Desertae semper fuerunt Causa latronum normannorum Vacuae anachoritis Nunquam eas insulas In libris auctorum memoratas Invenimus Causa latronum normannorum Causa latronum normannorum Causa latronum normannorum In libris auctorum memoratas Invenimus

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025