Over the Binding of the Waves

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The dark soils have been tainted by the blood of our enemies Their dead wander in the unknown Our fallen ascend into astral skies The dead are left in perpetual sorrow, and the emerald spring leaves shimmer in the light of rekindled stars. Cries are heard within the whispering breeze, and the dew and mist settle below our feet in this land of ours. Vagaries of black semblance appear, stalking through the night, [Remnants that were carried through the winds of bloodshed] The dark soils have been tainted by the blood of our enemies Their dead lay on the battlefield, their memory now hunts the trees Licwiglunga! A chant that evokes the grievous dead [Their cries have remained endless since physical death] The furious winds gather above the haunted trees. Winds of riding affinity. The spectral huntsman ride through the night. The father of all leads the Wodenream. In pursuit of the Scienlaeca. The dead are devoured - unmerciful flight. The dead are devoured - unmerciful flight.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025

Fly for me Hugin, fly for me Munin. Tell me what you behold. Bring to me news of life and death from the cold, western unknown. We've scoured this land, to find the place of rest. Mourning for the loss, to the stars I do digress. To exorcise this pain of sorrow, in the land I trust. To remove the fear of the unknown, in the land I trust. Ride on a firm westward wind, to this jagged island's spine Where the treacherous rocks lie in a mocking salute, to the souls they condemn to the hunt. Circle the mountains, scour the land, let not a stone lay unturned. Heralds of woe are still better than none, for uncertainty pulls my heart low. I mourn the loss if those who have been taken by the land: we take the herald from Woden, to guide these souls to rest.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

A harsh wind blows westward over the northern sea A lonely land beckons through the rain and ocean breeze An isolated land that is without thought and remembrance The voice of Nerthus calls A journey into fields of solitude over the northern sea As a clan we sail under the stars to fulfill what shall become An isolated land that we shall reign and defend The sun, luminescent in the north An imbalance shifts the skies As we walk unspoiled paths An unfamiliar energy cloaks us A new sense of understanding is left This land is the source of all eloquence Mainstay of wisdom and bringer of legend Bound in the purity of dearkness

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025