Over the Binding of the Waves
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Who's covered by darkness, wandering in madness The infinite life is losing it's sense The fog is taking away the autumn landscape And the winter authority is coming back to life Having left only memory, time is going away It's carrying away what we have forgotten The light, which has been revived for new creations will mention us only, but will not hear
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026
Whitest snow Muffled and stifled By the song of blue heavens Lulled to sleep, teared the wounds, Milked with blood of true woods, Sumptuous feast gave the ravens Gust of wind Turned to steel First let fall, then rise up Whirled and harrowed. In the midst of strong oaks Spread asides the decay And the foliage been shed At the sudden stroke. Thunder then roared Lightnings victorious bred, carried, foretokened, made a threat. Kissed the plains By the splinters of rains, by the crying of dew Coldly came through. Howl of wolf pierced the fog Woke up and taught, inspired with delight. By the faithfulness, honour The woods enchanted, with an anxious tocsin In ages sounded.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 18, 2026
[Sturm Cover]
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 18, 2026
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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