I am the boar of war
First to break through the door
Rushing forth as hide is thick
More than brute, a bag of tricks
Master of the thicket lost
Secrets of crossroads crossed
I am the axe, tusk of boar
Of my brothers, I stand at fore
The ranks I break and steel I bend
Splintered shields, skulls never mend


Norse Boar Warrior’s Helm. 2018



Ever have you heard Roland’s song
A single sound, one ever strong
For never is a man to ask for help
Stand alone till death is felt
Never is a man to admit defeat
Never kneel before one’s feet
For I heard the echo of the horn
To die erect, never forsworn
For what was his last song
The single noise of the roaring throng
Do not ride to my groveling aid
Ride for vengeance, I rest in grave
Ride for fury and swords deed
Immortal my name, an endless creed
For I have drank my fill of mead
Princess thighs, planted seed
I have dined with worthy men
Oaths of valour to the world we send
Alas, to ask for more is such theft
Save the grace of worthy death
Never is one to take aid
Ride to glory of immortal grave
For from dirt must one rise
Mantled throne of the sky
A claim many will never know
Unworthy born of golden throne
A pride never to be taken away
A power only God gave
Never will you hear the horn upon the wind
Privileged sloth your given sin
I have heard the horn echo through mist
To rise alone, immortal gift
First of Paladin’s song to I
Unbroken sword, immortal we die

Blood of Kings

Thirteen moons of night
This night glows most bright
A solemn king on throne alone
Sacrifice bled, seeds thus sown
Awaiting the One blood summoned
Awaiting those never to be governed
Lightning roared across night sky
Great Father’s promise to never die
Howling wind crashed upon the hall
Great door flew open, reveal one thus called
Shadow stood upon threshold concealed
Lightnings laughter only revealed
In silence stood such darkness bright
Decide great king, is true this sight
Time lingered in silent talk
One must invite the crooked who walk
Come forth in light beckoned silent king
For what answer do you bring
Hooded and cloaked darkness stepped forth
Wailing wind of the north
Striding bent and low through the hall
One who heard the bloody call
King of kings spoke honeyed voice
No longer do you have such choice
King of kings he spoke so sweet
As a Storm Maiden, strange does one greet
In empty hall roared a single flame
The dark one peered only to such name
King of kings he spoke to dancing fire
Voice so sweet, of mockery and desire
Placing hands into the inferno
Flames danced away causing no sorrow
We have heard the whispers of the throne
Sacrifice summoned, seeds of blood sown
Hidden eyes cloaked in black
Flickering light revealed sharpened craft
Maned face, teeth sharp as blade
Patterned scars, gifts god gave
King of kings he spoke to flame
You who seeks eternal name
Do you swear an oath of blood
Do you ask for our eternal love
Palms stretched forth to plainly see
Do you declare such decree
Hesitation revealed upon kingly crown
I swear he spoke, fear must drown
Mantle of darkness fell to the floor
Standing erect, destroyer of shores
Bare skin standing high and strong
Inch upon inch symboled scars of the throng
Revealing eyes a baleful glow
Now peer through king, a coming sorrow
A glare of pure hate and lust
Enemies of the world, world of disgust
Hair matted and blood drenched touched ground
Fire eyes speak with no sound
Let us make this deal
For you know the price, we only steal
A voice no longer sweet
A sharp growl of lust for human meat
Striding forth before the throne
The wind does howl, sprouted seed sown
A stench comes from he of frenzied name
Of mildewd fen and rotted blood, one not sane
Mingled scent of sweat, cum and piss
Smell of walking death, eternal kiss
Hand stretched forth towards king
Draw forth black blade, wind does sing
Slowly cutting open left hand
This is the price to have us stand
King arose drawing forth sword
Cutting left hand without a word
Walking forth to he thus called
Clasping hands, a bloody scrawl
Laughter roared of the bloodied one
Laughter of death to never shun
Licking hand of sweet taste
A new path, a king moulds fate
A chorus of howls echoed in distance near
Neither human nor beast, sounds summon fear
Armies to crumble and kings to fall
You summoned us, we heed the Call

Yule Feast

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Down through the chimney, came one to play
To snatch what is his, not long he will stay
Some deserve gifts, some deserve only coal
Yet the worst of the worst, Krampus stole
Tell the small ones to listen, to come sit and hear
When on snow moon glistens, there is one to fear
A tale oh so true, he strikes with a switch
No charm to protect, not from saint nor good witch
His skin a beastly black, long horns as a goat
Red eyes aglow, scent of chimney smoke
With sharp smile and laughter, he stuffs full his bag
Into the darkness, bound children dragged
For Krampus is hungry, his most favored treat
Naughty child well spiced, with greed he does eat
So small one come sit, be silent and hear
When in distance chains rattle, there is one to fear
On cold Yule nights, window scratch you may hear
Just beyond sight, Krampus watches so near
On cold Yule nights, Krampus watches so near

White Flame

I see a wildfire of white flame
I hear whispered dead of great name
Again the storm wind blows with might
Again we see eternal sight
I see a crimson river cutting deep
I hear raven’s voice echoed in our sleep
Brethren, brethren do you hear the song?
The embraced roar of long dead throng
I see the fires beyond the night
I hear the riders beyond sight
I see a door locked with decree
I see a heavy deed forged key