The mists of the forest
rolls into my cavern.
Nature is calling
me upon my path.
The power overwhelms me
I must let out
my primal cry into the night.
The Untr00 must pay.
(Source: metalmena)
Doom metal special:
In the mist
it rises.
Out of the mists
of confusion,
behold, The Cathedral.
House of sorrow,
place of Sin.
Home to the failure,
The failure of men.
(Source: weheartit.com, via wanderingpoetess)
Under the Freezing Moon
I rise to walk the wood.
No creature stirrs,
for I have eliminated
their existence.
The Silent Wood is mine,
My home,
Where I shall die.
(Source: mothkingdom, via impenetrable-darkness-deactivat)
The blue frost
of the Nordic nights
envelop my thoughts
as I make the most
sorrowful music
to never be heard
by the ears of Humans
(Source: olivewarbler)
The leaves fall
into the Bog of the Undead.
Vanquished foes
from long ago
haunt this part of the wood.
I am unafraid of their spirits.
For I am Norse
and they
were UnTr00
(Source: ourepilogues, via funeralfrost)
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Borgund stave church, overview by þeodriċ æðelfriþ on Flickr.
I burn not
the Christian temples.
I do not desecrate
the old homes of
the Gods.
The old ways will return
and the Norse
will reclaim these houses
and rule again.
All is silent
after the first winter snow.
The time has come
for the Norse
to Sweep from the North
and Take back the land.
Winter will descend
upon the unsuspecting
Christians in the south.
(Source: deervision)
The Winter moon rises
above the frozen wood.
My signal
My time
to destroy
the UnTr00
(via unconditionallyforgotten)
No snow falls
In the wood of
Cascadia.
Only the mists,
roll in from the seas
to shroud the pine.
No frost or freeze
but the mist
permeates my enitre
being.
(via funeralfrost)
