The Lay of Thrym

Flames of the free, just come and take me After I burn it will be your turn Ancient tales tell how life began in the ice and flames of the old world burning Recent times tell of trial and error, the reign of terror will soon be turning Cages of fear that the future holds nothing but our dismal past with a vengeance Flames of the free, just come and take me Out of deep desperation After I burn it will be your turn For the good of our nation Flames of the free, just come and take me Let me fall in the fire After I burn it will be your turn To be cast on the pyre Worn out is your welcome when subjects would rather fry than linger In a world of this heedless hunger desire for freedom grows only stronger Burning is better when men have been utterly bereft of hope in the future Flames of the free, just come and take me Out of deep desperation After I burn it will be your turn For the good of our nation Flames of the free, just come and take me Let me fall in the fire After I burn it will be your turn To be cast on the pyre

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

You who think the hue of your hide means you are to blame And your father's misdeeds are his son's to carry in shame Not mine I'll take no part You can shove the sins of the your father where no light may pass And kiss my Scandinavian ass Pages of the past How long will they last? A lie lost in the legacy of fools left us this parody unsurpassed Pages of the past How long will they last? The shadow of the Swastika by fools' fears now for far too long has been cast You who think the hue of your hide means you get to blame The black for your own faults and so bring humanity shame Make sure you count me out of the ranks of your inbred morons With your sewer gas and kiss my Scandinavian ass Pages of the past How long will they last? A lie lost in the legacy of fools left us this parody unsurpassed Pages of the past How long will they last? The shadow of the Swastika by fools' fears now for far too long has been cast Pages of the past How long will they last? A lie lost in the legacy of fools left us this parody unsurpassed Pages of the past How long will they last? The shadow of the Swastika by fools' fears now for far too long has been cast

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Take your tyrant Take your tyrant Midwinter's eve falls hard upon the tyrant throne Migrant birds to warmer lands have flown As the tyrant ails, throw caution to the gales Take but heart my friend, you're not alone Everybody take your tyrant Make him pay for all his stay Revolution take your tyrant Bid him bleed for all his greed There comes a time for all that marks the final straw When there is no recourse to the law If we tread the trails our odyssey unveils Victory is red in tooth and claw Everybody take your tyrant Make him pay for all his stay Revolution take your tyrant Bid him bleed for all his greed Take your tyrant Take your tyrant Everybody take your tyrant Make him pay for all his stay Revolution take your tyrant Bid him bleed for all his greed Take your tyrant Take your tyrant Take your tyrant

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Days are long and nights are cold, the rivers run I'm swept away down distant paths, the road goes on From the halls of the free to the tower of torment Where treasures lie in mountains high The silent fields of stars so far and wide The oceans of infinity, the great divide In the heavens on high is a light so lonely The evening star that shines so far When home is far behind and ever the long roads wind I keep your memory in my mind, one day I'll repay in kind For so long as I've gone and so far I've wandered The evening star has shone thus far River rushing, waters wide, just north of there Oh would that I was home again and home was here And the fire was warm and the wind would whisper You're home again, on roofs the rain When home is far behind and ever the long roads wind I keep your memory in my mind, one day I'll repay in kind For so long as I've gone and so far I've wandered The evening star has shone thus far When home is far behind and ever the long roads wind I keep your memory in my mind, one day I'll repay in kind For so long as I've gone and so far I've wandered The evening star to me you are

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Brother it breaks my heart How this could be your part Chains of a tyranny Left you in poverty, famine and despair Ill are the tidings too Freedom comes not for you Though I would rather stay War is the only way, evil and unfair Forward, we all have the right to be free Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall Fallen, thousands have been written on the wall Forward, we all have the right to be free Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall Farewell, after all we gather in the hall Hall of freedom Hall of freedom Brother your burden weighs Only to darker days If we can not supply All we have done will die hungry and alone Shelter and food indeed Freedom is what you need Much as I hate to say War is the only way freedom's seed is sown Forward, we all have the right to be free Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall Fallen, thousands have been written on the wall Forward, we all have the right to be free Freedom, raise your sword for everyone to see Fearless, warriors will fight till they fall Farewell, after all we gather in the hall Hall of freedom Hall of freedom

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Ways of the wary and the ordinary Won't take all my time, waste all my days, let me rephrase All expire, I lived by the lyre Follow me To the fields of the fallen Where the legends lie Should you suddenly join in their numbers Say the last goodbye From the fields of the fallen Where the lucky leave And bring with them the word of the victory That they did achieve Riches and glory, who will tell my story There over the hill, wide is the world, make it all mine Steal my thunder, your world will go under Follow me To the fields of the fallen Where the legends lie Should you suddenly join in their numbers Say the last goodbye From the fields of the fallen Where the lucky leave And bring with them the word of the victory That they did achieve

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Konning Hans han sidder pa Kobenhavn Han lader de lonnebrev skrive Sender han dem til norrejylland Erik Otteson lover at give Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark Du bede godt for de fattige enker Som faderlose born skulle fode Du bede godt for de fattige fanger Lad dem i tarnet ej do Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark Ok skatte du ikke den fattige bonde Jeg det ikke have vil Men fattes dig enten guld eller solv Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark ___________________ English Translation: King Hans sits in Copenhagen He lets the secret letters be written He sends them to norhtern Jutland And promises to give to Erik Otteson Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark Bid well for the poor widows That fatherless children my bear Bid well for the poor prisoners Let them not perish in the tower Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark And tax not the poor farmer I do not wish that But if you be in need of gold or silver Then let you father know Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Ellindur Bóndi á Jaðri Flestøll munnu hann muna Hann var so væl til barna komin Tríati átti hann synir Her er gott at dansa Ellindur stendur á hallargólvi Eingin talar orð Hann skeyt fyri sín riddaraskjøldur Niðast vidð kongsinns bordð Her er gott at dansa Stovan hon er nýggj Stokkar eru av stáli gjørdir Og tekjan er av blýggj Her er gott at dansa Eg havi upp við skatti alið Tríati synir baldar, Lívið mítt og góðsið alt Tað er í tygara valdi Her er gott at dansa Fimtan skulu eftir vera Bóndi, av synum tínum Annaðslíkt skal aftur fara Og gleða móður sína Her er gott at dansa Stovan hon er nýggj Stokkar eru av stáli gjørdir Og tekjan er av blýggj Her er gott at dansa __________________ English Translation: Ellindur farmer east on Jaðri Most people may remember him He had so many children He had thirty sons It's good to dance here Ellindur stands in the hall Nobody says a wod He threw his knight shield Down by the Kings table It's good to dance here The hall is new The beams are made of steel And the roof is of lead It's good to dance here With tax I have raised Thirty bold sons My life and my estates I leave in your command It's good to dance here Fifteen shall remain Famer, of your sons The same amount shall return And make their mother happy It's good to dance here The hall is new The beams are made of steel And the roof is of lead It's good to dance here

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Nine worlds of lore This is the place we keep the weapon of war Why have you come to Jotunheim all alone You must be tired and in vain you have flown I'll keep this force to fell the Nine worlds of lore Such was the world in dark days of yore Safekeeper of the world then was Thor Such was what they believed in before Nine were the worlds of lore Nine worlds of lore I will not let you wield this hammer of war So I have come to Jotunheim all alone To take back what is mine I'll break every bone By right this weapon wards the Nine worlds of lore Such was the world in dark days of yore Safekeeper of the world then was Thor Such was what they believed in before Nine were the worlds of lore

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Hammertheft and all the world bereft Of reason and of right overnight Left between a tyrant's temper mean And treason and betrayal, cold and stale Hue and cry, I can't sit idly by We're hostages to greed, intercede All you have is illgotten gain You stand only for your own Any man may throw you off the throne Seat will not be set for thee At the league of free nations May this mark the end of your reign Let the lay of Thrym be heard Leave no tyrant out there undeterred Thunderstruck theocracy This theodicy heathen In the end the giant was slain Hammer home to any despots dome That tales of tyranny end with me Hue and cry, I can't sit idly by We're hostages to greed, intercede All you have is illgotten gain You stand only for your own Any man may throw you off the throne Seat will not be set for thee At the league of free nations May this mark the end of your reign Let the lay of Thrym be heard Leave no tyrant out there undeterred Thunderstruck theocracy This theodicy heathen In the end the giant was slain

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025