Eric the Red

Nightfall in my hall, all I can do is recall as I sit alone in the Darkness, I confess, my part was not any less than whose I was forced to impress It was a year ago, I left my heart behind to return, with a longing did I burn, I meant to return And now a year has gone and everything has changed for the worse and it's on me like a curse, things changed for the worse Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk I see no other way than on, what will they say when I am gone I want my memory to be mild, I want it to glow Upon my pages blood is stained, this way some honour will remain But I did cause the death of a child both you and I know And when they came to bleed me dry, I only wonder why did I On that Easter morn' for the love of my life not vie And let them kill me just the same, I should have lied and played their game It is a lesser sin than what I have done since that day It won't go away, nothing I can say save lay down and pray What came from within, what came from without, I can't be about, myself do I doubt ever since that day Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk New day, we all pay for our mistakes on our way; lead me up the hillside at Daybreak, my mistake, don't shed a tear at my wake, just believe it's for my own sake No turning back now No tears at my wake, I'll pay for my vow Just march up the hill till we reach the end Transmigration calls, I long to ascend It's for my own sake No turning back now No tears at my wake, I'll pay for my vow Just march up the hill till we reach the end Transmigration calls, I long to ascend It's for my own sake

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Viljið tær nú lýða á meðan eg man kvøða Um teir ríku kongarnar sum eg vil nú um røða Grani bar gullið av heiði Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði Sjúrður vá á orminum Grani bar gullið av heiði Hundings synir í randargný teir skaðan gørdu har Eitur var í svørinum teir bóru móti mær Fávnir eitur ormurin á Glitrarheiði liggur Regin er ein góður smiður fáum er hann dyggur Hann var sær á leikvøllum ímillum manna herjar Rívur upp eikikelvi stór hann lemjir summar til heljar Eystantil undri heyginum ið dreingir eyka tal Dimmur er hesin dapri dagur niður í mold at fara Har komm maður á vøllin fram eingin ið hann kendi Síðan hatt á høvdi bar og finskan boga í hendi Har komm maður á vøllin fram hann vá við eggjateini Eyga hevði hann eitt í heysi knept var brók at beini Ormurin er skriðin av gullinum tað man frættast víða Sjúrður setist á Granar bak hann býr seg til at ríða Grani bar gullið av heiði Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði Sjúrður vá á orminum Grani bar gullið av heiði Translation: Regin Blacksmith Will you now listen whilst I will sing. About the rich kings that I will now speak of Greyfell carried the gold from the heath He swung his sword in wrath Sigfried defeated the dragon Greyfell carried the gold from the heath Hundings sons at war they did damage there Poison was in the sword they carried against me Fafnir is the name of the dragon that lies on the Glittering Heath Regin is a good blacksmith to few is he faithfull He was on fields of play rages amongst men Tears up large oak trunks he maims some to Hel On the easten side under the mound where heroes grow in numbers Dark is this sad day down in the mould to go A man stepped forward upon the field Noone knew him He had a wide hat on his head and a Finnish bow in his hand A man stepped forward upon the field raging with his sword He had one eye and his trouser legs were buttoned The dragon has slithered of the gold it is rumoured widely Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back he prepares himself to ride Greyfell carried the gold from the heath He swung his sword in wrath Sigfried defeated the dragon Greyfell carried the gold from the heath

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

I’ve learned all the lore, I’ve been told all the tales Ancient legends of war are the wind in my sails The deeds of the brave come alive in the rhyme And the myth is my ship on the ocean of time I can feel it is near, I can see it appear and at dawn on the Glittering Heath I saw it all, gold lay beneath And the Dragon did meet its bane and was slain and at Dawn at the Valkyries hill, crossing the fire, acting her will Was the slayer and how alive though it seems I was there in my dreams Somewhere in time deeds of the day Became the rhymes we sing today Where did we come from and where are we now Is enough information to say where we’ll go Wherever we go we must go there from here And we carry our load and we learn all the lore I can feel it is near, I can see it appear and at dawn on the Glittering Heath I saw it all, gold lay beneath And the Dragon did meet its bane and was slain and at Dawn at the Valkyries hill, crossing the fire, acting her will Was the slayer and how alive though it seems I was there in my dreams Somewhere in time deeds of the day Became the rhymes we sing today In a way we have turned through the pages of time in a rhyme, gone back as far as we may In a day we are part of the tales of the brave as they pave way for descendants in dreams Somewhere in time deeds of the day Became the rhymes we sing today I’ve learned all the lore

I've been a wild rover for many a year And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And never I'll play the wild rover no more I went to a shanty I used to frequent And told the landlady my money were spent I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay" Saying, "Customers like you I can get any day" And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more I drew from my pocket ten sovereigns bright The landlady's eyes opened wide with delight Saying, "I have the whiskey and wine of the best and the words that I told you were only in jest" And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more Solo: Terji Skibenæs I'll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done And hope they will pardon their prodigal son And if they will do as so often before No never I'll play the wild rover no more And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Og hvør ið enn klettum ræður ei á vindi vá Teir hildu um stýrisvøl tá ódnin legði á "Legg upp í lotið," rópti ein og samdir teir hála á stýrisvøl, men alt til fánýtis Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd, og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd Og skriður tín knørrur fram tað sama hvat tú vil Teir bardust um stýrisvøl men einki róður til Og enn vit halda stýrisvøl eins og vit halda vit eru fræls, trælborin óspurd so Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll Tiltuskað av landnyrðings ódn, og vindurin leikar í Miðgarði mól Til Ásgarðs har Askurin stóð, sum træðrirnir lívsins í lotinum har blaktraðu tá Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll og fløtur, vitandi hvat mál vit megna livandi Og feigdin dregur liðandi, vit vála henni Tigandi á ting Solo: Heri Joensen Solo: Terji Skibenæs Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll Væl vitandi langnunnar leið, men gott er tað treystið at val er í vón Óteljandi leiðirnar tær, men ilt er tað treystið at valið er gjørt, leiðin bert ein Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd Translation: And whoever reigns these cliffs, did not defeat the wind They held the tiller when the storm broke loose “Steer into the wind,” shouted one and united they pulled the tiller, but all in vain The course has been set, carved in stone And are we satisfied when the tale is told And does your ship advance regardless of what you want They fought over the rudderless tiller And still we hold the tiller as we Think we are free, thrallborn unconsulted so We all drift on the graveyard field In desolate halls, about distant mountains Drenched and weary by the northwestern storm, and the winds rages in Midgard To Asgard where the Ash stood, like the threads of life then flapped in the breeze We all drift on the graveyard field In desolate halls, about distant mountains And plains, knowing what goal we are capable of living And destiny draws slowly, we drift to meet it We all drift on the graveyard field In desolate halls, about distant mountains Well aware of the course of destiny but it is comforting that choice is before us Countless your possible courses, but discomforting that the choice has been made, only one course The course has been set, carved in stone And are we satisfied when the tale is told

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

vørt skal tú riða, Ólavur mín Á lofti hongur brynja tín Tú fer ikki at veiða tað hind Men tú fer til tína leikalind Hvít er skjúrtan, val er hon tvigin Í blóði verur hon av tær drigin Ólavur snúðist síni móður frá Gud gevi ikki ganga sum mær er spáa -Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig Ólavur ríður eftir bjørgunum fram -Kol og smiður við Fann hann upp á eitt álvarann -Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig Út kom eitt tað álvafljóð -Kol og smiður við Flættað hár á herðar dró Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig Ver vælkomin Ólavur Riddararós -Kol og smiður við Tú gakk í dans og kvøð fyri oss Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig "Tú tarvt ikki flætta títt hár fyri meg -Kol og smiður við Eg eri ikki komin at biðja teg Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig ''Solo: Heri Joensen'' Eg kann ikki meira hjá álvum vera -Kol og smiður við Í morgin lati eg mítt brúdleyp gera" Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig Hvat heldur vilt tú sjey vetur liggja á strá -Kol og smiður við Ella vil tú í morgin til moldar gá Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig Hon skonti honum í drykkjuhorn -Kol og smiður við Har fór í tað eiturkorn Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, dansið lystilig Ólavur studdist við saðilboga -Kol og smiður við Hann kysti tá moy av lítlum huga Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv, Dansið lystilig

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

From the fields of concrete slabs, towers of stone. ‘cross an ocean before his bow Came the haggard Warrior all clad in rust of the Rainbow to tell us how Our ways unchanged for centuries do dismay concrete hearts Wake emotions perfect for his confidence tricks And though we may be human we are still animals Weakling of the food chain, the only way that I see is to Curse the weak link, What’s out Come your down fall, Lights out May your ship sink, Rainbow Warrior floats no more, there are no Lights on That obtrusive creep all, What’s on By the fields of good and green, mountains of home, in an ocean beneath the sun Stood the haggard Warrior, now his crusade, fame and fortune it had begun So holier than thou art, all marine mammals friend Change your evil ways now or with terror I strike Why can’t you do like we do, pay your way ‘round the blood When it’s on the table you won’t know whence it came, I say Curse the weak link, What’s out Come your down fall, Lights out May your ship sink, Rainbow Warrior floats no more, there are no Lights on That obtrusive creep all, What’s on Solo: Heri Joensen To the fields of concrete slabs, towers of stone. ‘cross an ocean behind his stern Went the haggard Warrior all clad in rust of the Rainbow, when will they learn That nature is against them, with that all stands and falls Weakling of the food chain, the only way that I see is to Curse the weak link, What’s out Come your down fall, Lights out May your ship sink, Rainbow Warrior floats no more, there are no Lights on That obtrusive creep all, What’s on

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Ramund var sig en bedre mand om han havde bedre klæder Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand af blågarn, bast og læder “Sådant vil jeg ikke ha,” sagde Ramund. “Sådant står mig ikke bra,” sagde Ramund hin unge Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand der så han syv jætter stande “Tager jeg Ramund på min mindste hånd og kaster ham langt fra lande” “Det gør ikke ene du,” sagde Ramund “I må komme alle syv,” sagde Ramund hin unge Ramund tog til sit dyre sværd det han kaldte dymlingen røde Hug han de jætter syv med en færd at blodet randt dennem til døde “Der ligger alle syv,” sagde Ramund “Alt står jeg her endnu,” sagde Ramund hin unge Solo: Heri Joensen Solo: Terji Skibenæs Kejseren ud af vinduet så med angst og sorrigfuld mine “Hvo er den mand, i gården mon stå og der så hæsselig grine? “Det er mig, jeg har lyst,” sagde Ramund “Med dig at vov’ en dyst,” sagde Ramund hin unge Ramund tog til sin store kniv den han kaldte dymlingen dyre Skilte han kejseren ved hans liv at hovedet fløj femten mile “Jeg mente den ej bed,” sagde Ramund “Dog rinder blodet ned,” sagde Ramund hin unge Translation: The Young Raymond “Raymond was a better man if he was better clad” The queen gave him fine clothes of blueyarn, bast and leather “I do not want such,” said Raymond “It does not suit me,” said the yound Raymond Raymond walked along the salty beach There he saw seven giants standing “I will take Raymond on my smallest hand. And throw him far offshore” “You will not do that alone,” said Raymond “You must come all seven of you,” said the young Raymond Raymond took his dear sword The one he called the red Dimling He hew the seven giants simultaneously So that they bled to death “There they lie, all seven of them,” said Raymond “And I still stand here,” said the young Raymond The Emperor looked out the window In fright and with a sad face “Who is that man that stands in the yard and laughs so terribly” “It is I, and I would like,” said Raymond “To challenge you to fight,” said the young Raymond Raymond took his large knife The one he called the dear Dimling He took the Emperor’s Life So that the head flew fifteen miles “I thought it was blunt,” said Raymond “And yet the blood flows,” said the yound Raymond

Essence, divergence, freedom, dependence where to belong to, I’m longing, belongings what to relate to, our nations try, my patience dry, relations lie that This is our essence, there’s no way behind the back wall of us all, and there’s no way round the side walls of mind halls, hide behind the curtains thick folds and grow old, never know for certain how things would be if you were to be free and how high you could fly if you’d really try Go tell the world we’re coming, just a matter of belief and space and time Till were gonna ride the wind of changes, sail the seas of this immense millennium Now sharpen your old axes, shine your armours and your sword of sight and sound My warriors, let’s go down together, time will tell us whether we will do or die Our destiny is calling, calling, falling Falling off the world and down we’re hurled you know the word There’s no use in hiding, destiny will find you Running or fighting, it’s always right behind you how things would be if you were to be free and how high you could fly if you’d really try

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Why I take refuge here, my father was outlawed from the old land in east A story of bloodshed and I too was outlawed, now I take refuge here What brings you here my friend, what brings you north to where hell is of ice South from the sand dunes where hell is of fire, why have you come so far Anywhere, you don’t care where you Go as long as there are faithless you can make believe need help And that you have the cure, of your intentions, I’m sure I can’t bring it all to reason you’ve convinced these people that all Their ancestors were wrong, disoriented they do not know where they belong Like a virus you’ll go on, and when I’m dead and gone Both sides waging war will be for one true divinity Like a virus you’ll go on, and when I’m dead and gone Both sides waging war will be raging in the name of one true divinity This I don’t understand, why this perverted superhuman ideal So we are born to nothing but torture and torment, that, I don’t understand Clearly I see the end, I pray that the embers will persist from my faith Clearly I’m outnumbered, allegedly outdated, since your arrival here. Anywhere, you don’t care where you Go as long as there are faithless you can make believe need help And that you have the cure, of your intentions, I’m sure I can’t bring it all to reason you’ve convinced these people that all Their ancestors were wrong, disoriented they do not know where they belong Like a virus you’ll go on, and when I’m dead and gone Both sides waging war will be for one true divinity Just convert the whole wide world, into the abyss we are hurled Sentenced come end of the world, spare me your selfrighteous word

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025