Graveland

[smorkodbake]

Thousand Swords

We attacked with thousand swords
Our banners were streaming under clouds
At the gates of christian capital
the wide river of blood was flowing
we attacked with hate in our eyes

Their request for mercy was nothing for us,
they had no respect for our ancestors
today is not a day for mercy.
We attacked and golden palaces collapsed.
Christ's elected ones paradise was burning
their golden bells were tolling the last hour
the last hour of christian rulers in pagan europe
We are just blessed soldiers
from the depths of unbaptized forests
barbarian in the wolfish skins
And we had pleasure to burn the vatican!
Gods returned and now they are with us
Spirit of war possessed our souls
Our swords want to fight with our moves
Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica
Hers of ravens fly between the clouds
They'll come to the earth, when we go away
They'll eat food we prepared
They'll drink blood we have spilled
Epilogue : the vengeance will be cruel
blessed by gods and spirits
In self defence of fatherland
Vengeance done by our hands
bringing cruel death for enemies.

 

[smorkodbake]

The Dark Battlefield

Raptured with murder
thirsty for blood
I walk between the corpses of my enemies
My shield beats back the strikes
My sword crushes the heads
blood covers my face.
My scream reaches the sky
Our horde attacked from the hills
In the fog of dust and smoke,
enemy strewed us with arrows
few brave warriors died
the axes were shining horrible
Crossing with the swords
the warriors without shields
Had to die hopelessly
the dying men were screaming around
trampled by the fighting hordes
it was enough for me.
I was loosing my mind
But i still was killing...
The night came soon...
I heard a horrifying sound of horns
Our horsemanship will attack soon
We must leave the battlefield fast
Heil moor asferoon...
In the name of the moon
Under the heavy hooves
those who were too
strong for us will die...

 

[smorkodbake]

Born For War

I was a child
when they took me away from my family
I remember long and frosty winter
and people looking hopelessly for food
from this ancient time
our cruel lord ordered us
to look as dogs eat christian children
we were standing together and
cold wind was freezing our faces
our blood was hot
we learned to worship death
we were the children of his favourite herd
future warriors, future wolves
our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood
ordered us to eat human flesh
I got my first sword
I couldnt take it up easy
But i had to take it up
because I would be meat for dogs
I know the true code of life
spartan way of life, and draconian laws
I've grown as a warrior
close to nature, close to roots
now i'm the cruel
the last of the cruel lords herd
When i was a child, i knew the cruelty
I learned to hate everything I loved.

 

[smorkodbake]

To Die In Fight

Cruel coldness turns my heart to ice
heavy snowy clouds,
covered the nightly sky
Snow is falling, wind is blowing
and its cold.
Blood in my veins got stopped,
woulded i await my last hour
hen the snow covers my body
when the icy ship takes me
to the land of the gods.
A dream makes union with reality
cold snow hurts my eyes
The forest is far from here
and my horse is dead
I lost my last battle
victory was so near....
in the snowy bed
I found my peace
Now I'm waiting for drackar
Gods promised me
it will come soon
Blood in my veins got stopped,
woulded i await my last hour
hen the snow covers my body
when the icy ship takes me
to the land of the gods.
A dream makes union with reality
cold snow hurts my eyes
The forest is far from here
and my horse is dead
I lost my last battle
victory was so near....
in the snowy bed
I found my peace
Now I'm waiting for drackar
Gods promised me
it will come soon

 

[smorkodbake]

White Hand's Power

The white hand, proud and strong by ruling the realm of Isengard, White as
consciousness of illuminated mind spirit became flesh, symbolized by the hand.
That's true cleanness, being able to raise the world out of its hinges and
create it new: Behold the banner's flying, it calls to join, because the
white hand prevails...

White Hand's Power to the realm of Isengard, White Hand's Elegance to the
Kings of Isengard White Hand's Supremacy to the ancestors of middle-earth
White Hand's Dominion to the end of the world...and to universe at next!!!

Marching southwards, orkish battlecries in air, heavy boots crush down
weakness in dust. Warriors executing inferior lifes by fireword: Submit or
die. Creatures of odd... Creatures of ill... Creatures of mud...
Degenerated by mixed blood! Submission, Submission, Submission
To the splendid kings of Isengard, to the race born of ice and flames!

White Hand's Power to the realm of Isengard, White Hand's Elegance to the
Kings of Isengard White Hand's Supremacy to the ancestors of middle-earth
White Hand's Dominion to the end of the world...and to universe at next!!!

[Lyrics by: JFN (Absurd)]

 

[smorkodbake]

Thurisaz

Sharp thorn hurts a noble man To let him know the taste of blood.
But the intruder must beware of him, Because death sleeps in every thorn.

In the garden of human plants,
There is a lot of hidden thorns,
No one likes them, because the bring pain,
Pain or truth? No matter, they hurt the same...

Black thorn. Alone and proud he grows. And every creature envies him.
Fear paralyses enemies. It's strong enough to make them dead.

I am the thorn of Darkness.
Reflection man's true nature.
I came to this dying world.
To celebrate upcoming end.

[Lyrics by: Capricornus 12/'96]

 

[smorkodbake]

Following The Voice Of Blood

When the dark clouds in the sky full of the black ravens, Announce the time
of great trial. Each man takes his sword, His shield and sets out on a
journey, where sounds of horns summon him.
No one will spare his blood. When on the battlefield, Regent of the Gods lead
us...
Raise your swords brother and fight. On the horn's sound we will move. We will
follow the ravens in the sky.
Blood for blood! Fire for fire! Death for death!
Armoured man by armoured man,
They stride, step by step.
Sword by sword, shield by shield,
They're marching in silence...
Many of them will die tomorrow, But none of them is afraid of death.
When the horns and kettle-drums sound steady rows of warriors will move.
Man by man, without shadow of fear Like the winged chariots of fire.
Every man bears his shield. Every man holds his weapon in the hand. Ravens
circulate over our heads. Tomorrow we'll feed our dogs on christian hearts.
Brother! Blow the horn of war! Tomorrow's war will be watched by our Gods
and forefathers And we must take revenge in their names!
Over the horizon dark clouds appear.
It's cold and clouds of steam hover over us.
We are marching silently...
We are overwhelmed in thoughts,
Marching for victory...

Hate and wrath burn our hearts.
Our thoughts echo in the space.
Into the battle we go to win...
Into the battle that will determine the world's fate.

[Lyrics by: Darken '96]

 

[smorkodbake]

Raise The Swords!

You who have become the legend! I summon you mighty warriors! Your power,
honour and pride Shall encourage all of us.
The same blood runs in our veins.
But our brothers' minds are poisoned.
Their spirit should be purified.
Enemies' temples burnt to the ground...
We raise the swords and start new war Against the plague of foreign Gods.
Fidelity and pagan pride Will lead us to the final glory!
Nothing can deafen voice of blood.
Instinct decodes every lie.
Strong arms will soon throw down the chains
And bring the lost dignity back...
Let's raise the swords forged in blood Together with forefathers' ghosts.
Invisible astral power Shall turn us into cruel beasts.
Immortal are the ideals for which we fight and proudly die. There is a flame
of heritage, that every man has to protect.
We are the last bastion of truth.
Those who have never betrayed their roots.
The heathen fire of our hearts
Can only raise but never go out!
We take an oath on our swords
To raise them when it's time to fight.
When alien offend our faith.
And spit on forefathers' grave...

[Lyrics by: Capricornus 12/'96]

 

[smorkodbake]

And The Horn Was Sounding Far Away

When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog I saw my grey brother wolf
drinking my blood. My body lay on the snow, disabled, mortally wounded.

I, the last of the mountain's clan. Pursued and wounded by enemies,
Passed away in this place.

I'm still hearing the horn sounding far away, Herds of ravens are following
there. But I can't get there anymore...I am so far from my burnt home.

I see the snow falling on my face,
But I am not able to throw it down.
I see my eyes closed
And mouths congealed in pain,
They will never say anything anymore...

Winds bring the black clouds...
Soon the thick snow will fall.
Wind! Hide my dead body!
I hear my persecutors are coming...

I will regenerate In the shape of wolf with black bristle
I will draw my fangs In the river of enemies' blood!

[Lyrics by: Darken '96]

 

[smorkodbake]

Fed By The Beasts

One day en eagle kidnapped him. When he was only two years old. Eagle raised
him to infinite expanses And brought him to his nest.
Eagle's claws were very sharp. They wounded his body hard. The blood was
running plentifully. Nobody could hear his screams and call!
An eagle had no children. So he was bringing meat and feeding the nipper.
Why did Gods choose such a fate for him? Why didn't eagle kill this child?
Winters and years passed away. An eagle taught his son to kill inexpectedly.
A wolf taught his daughter to hunt and beset the victim.
Nowadays their home villages are covered by ashes and trees brought to the
ground. All of their families passed away. Because nobody wanted to except
new belief. They fought and died in fight till the last breath.
One day she retired from home. The herd of wolves appeared on the forest's
border. It happened in winter and when herd felt a hunger. A wolf caught her
and went into the woods.
Screams and cry didn't change anything. Wolfish fangs wounded her painfully.
She couldn't do anything, she was too little. She was only few years old.
A wolf had no children. So he was bringing meat and feed her. Why did Gods
choose such a fate for her? Why didn't wolf kill her feeling hunger?
Today no christian can enter the woods... Armoured knights going for hunting
never come back. Blood permeates through the earth fast. This winter wolves
aren't hungry.
When my spirit was walking through the forest. I met her and him. It was
very cold evening and the sun was setting. They stood on the forest border.
The wind was blowing through their hair...
And night was falling down.

[Lyrics by: Darken '96]