Saint Hubert’s Key

When moon glows and wolves do howl
When night is deep and bloodthirst prowls
Sit still my child do not have fear
Clutch thy cross, bring Saint Hubert near
When forest echoes a baleful sound
When beasts wail, in fear you drown
Upon your heart clasp Wolfsbane tight
Pray unto sacred candlelight
When leaves rustle behind your back
Panting breath, pack of the black
Cast ground silver upon threshold
Do as the Noble Hunter once told
Should the curse fall upon your flesh
A small pain my child, fear not death
To the flame take Saint Hubert’s key
Marked forever, a new decree
Take up the arrow of cursed one’s bane
Take up the torch in God’s name
Balm of silver ground and wolfsbane bound
Blessed arrow, the wolf to be found


Heart of the Wolf

He who walks the Hunter’s Skin
Salve of untamed shift within
Silent spell cast into night
Free thy ecstacy, pure delight
Binding night when moon holds sway
When women bleed a summoning way
As shadow falls from silver light
When men’s fury is of full sight
Gather the wood of eternal tree
Oaken pyre none may see
As flames cast towards sky
Take from the beast who died
Bare skull, and whole of heart
Cast to flame in the dark
Hair of He who summons fire
Hair of beast, blood desire
Dust of black grind with stone
Shadow’s pigment, earthly throne
From beneath skin take with no sound
Blooded grease heated down
Bind the paint, ointment of beast
Bind the essence of the feast
Chest of Shifter blood must run
Asleep must be the sun
Spit of fury, hate, and lust
Cast away world of disgust
Seed of thy oak must run free
Cast too thy musk: none may see
Bind to vessel of blackened oil
Balm of one born of the soil
Anoint thyself in paint of beast
Don the mantle of the Great Feast

Lightning’s Gift

A regret, one not fallen in battle
Look at you now, death marked cattle
To fall with lightning’s blood you did not
Now from Great Oak you shall rot
Fight you did not with glorious rage
Taken prisoner, now a lowly slave
You came to take, rape and burn
Now a symbol, warning others to learn
A pleasure to chain broken body to stone
Thunder’s sacrifice, fallen one’s throne
Crimson runes carved upon flesh
Your only salvation, a now worthy death
Look into my eyes, do not cower
Embrace, embrace lightning’s last shower
I dedicate this hammer to Thunder’s Song
Shattered skulls, Blood Raven’s throng
To hang upon Heaven’s Great Oak
Bring forth the next, High Priest has spoke

White Thor

I am the oak of the heart
Healer of souls, an endless new start
The sacred grove my will to keep
Courage I bless to he who will seek
I am the temple’s foundation stone
The mountainous pillar of Heaven’s throne
Unbreakable roof is my shield raised high
Nine steps I swear, before I must die
My seed is the fertile acorn that falls
Eternal echo, to the mighty I call
I am the guardian of the sacred shrine
Brow’s lightning cast forth, the wicked I blind
Call to me in the darkest of nights
The Most High I serve, dispeller of fright
Call to me when tainted is thy soul
Strength to rise, reclaim what evil stole
Call to me in moment of weakened voice
Thunder my song, granter of new choice
I am the healer of my children’s line
My hall’s flame is warm, an invite to dine

Red Thor

I am rage embraced in the heart
Destroyer of obstacles, an endless new start
My voice is lightning given form
Furious roar, the ecstatic thunder storm
I am strength revealed to sight
The first to step forth, the first to fight
I am the endless battle cry
Destroyer of serpent, the only way to die
I am fiercest of prides, strongest of hands
Eternal guardian of all earth’s lands
Hatred and vengeance I fall upon foe
Nine steps, my destined death throe
Call to me when battle is joined
In favour shall fall my generous coin
Call to me in fury’s last cry
Will of the champion, brave one to die
Call to me when blood boils in rage
Destroyer of giants, thunderous sage
I am the strength of my children’s line
My hall’s flame is warm, an invite to dine

The Crossroads

To the crossroads I did walk
Only alone may this land be stalked
From gallows tree a hung my neck
One of no past, an empty treck
Then I fell to ground of dust
Grasped strong blade of rust
From severed wrist my blood ran forth
A wailing wind from the north
Crimson mud became the road
Hallowed lonely sacred grove
Deep then I dug the earth
To destroy he of this birth
Breathing corpse cast into pit
In dirt buried, atop I sit
No mark left for he thus dead
No words thought, nothing said
Arose one of empty shell
Arose one who never fell
In four direction the crossroads lead
No I spoke, seek not the dead
Walk a path not yet seen
Into the wilderness a new dream


I took the ship that travels south
Past serpents way to river’s mouth
The jeweled city a sight to see
Temporary oath, wealthy decree
Here the men slither so weak
The women exotic, a feast to seek
A golden emperor upon fearful throne
He seeks a shield, an oak full grown
Temporary loyalty, temporary oath
Chests of gold, wealth of ever growth
I care not for this man, nor for his plan
For myself and brothers do I stand
Oath not to emperor, oath to Most High
Oath unbreakable, the only way to die
My brothers stand many, axe bearers tall
Giants of north, we trample the small
Steep is our price, storm wind of the north
Living slain, wealthy stride forth
First of king’s blades we do stand
Rule over men of such weak land
Men hate us here, envy of small
Sun soaked women beckon and call
Finest of wines flow every night
Midnight haired maidens, what a delight
Meat of champion’s portion, each day we feast
Such are the riches, great city of east
Fury of slain, unbreakable in battle
Stand above all native cattle
When ships weigh heavy of gold
No longer will our hands be sold
Serpents path we travel and sing
To return home, return as a king