Strider of Fire

One spear echoes to sky of birth
One spear roots to pierce the earth
Wolf of night
Silvered helm one eyed bright
Drink of lightning consumed
This fire brings no doom
Howl of echoing strength
Wounding held at length
Feet are strong
Intent stretched long
Confidence one must walk
Silence one must talk
Rite of fire
Wolf is dire
Fire stride
Bare skin ride
A small test
Hidden from the rest
At times a mystery it can be
The most powerful secret none may see
Bare skinned dance
Wolves last chance
Eyes that blunt ones sword
Stealing ones will without a word
Two spears are the rite
True wolves howl this night


Norse shield I created several years ago.

Mead and Mushrooms

Peace or war?
Peace or war?
You have been warned
Turn back and flee
The wolves have come for thee
Mead and mushrooms
Mead and mushrooms
Countless our warriors have
A song of war never sad
Gifted sight
Gifted might
The chant begins the dance
Full moon night
Howling plight
The chant begins the dance
Blood laced mead
Battle greed
Frenzy stoked
Fearless gods invoked
Consume the shroom
God’s sight bloomed
Lines of battle
Beautifully displayed
Patterned guide
Frenzied mind
Joyous in fury
Such is our glory
Endless our story
Raise the banner
Banner of serpent wolf
The howling song
Legend never gone

Gallows Tree

Do you seek the hand of strength?
The way of shadowed sword?
The frenzied way
The lonely path
Never seek
Nothing will be found
For one is born thus
Until sleep in ground
To master deep forest ways
To don the skin of wolf
Oh so very few
Only the man who grew
One decade will be the time
Until his sight is One
Insanity will be his cry
Find the moon that opens the Eye
Sorely mistaken is the enraged path
Voice of lightning and thunder
Many a fool will claim falsely
The real wolf hears his blunder
Pure masculinity?
What a joke
Leave that for those so false
Embrace the shadows
The Tree of Gallows
What price for wisdom sought
Forge thy hand
In fire and ice
Open the Spirit
Great is the price
A decade will be the beginning
No unmastered fool nor child
Embrace the hand of softness
Or you will never be wild
Such is the cult
We have always been
Falsely represented by weak men
The frenzious way is more than blood
It is one of magic and artful mind
Sitting still one must stay
You believe it is simple rage?
Blind your are with nothing to say
For only when Serpent consumes self
Ones spine is the Lightning struck Tree
Only then will the wolf skin be worn
Only then will you be free
Were will you find him?
The Transcended Wolf?
He is not to be sought
If you have been chosen
You will be found upon the path
Do not walk the open road
You will be mislead
He is within the shadow
Hidden from all
The great art is what sets him apart
Apart from simple ape
From those whoes minds are raped
The frenzied poet
The ergi filled way
Balance to be found
Only then will you be Crowned
A silent speaker he will be
A void of thought and eye
Let fools and weak boast of nothing
He will see through their lie
The blade of most danger
The frenzied magic
Not weak anger
Fire bright
Chanted dance of night
Howl echoed amongst trees
Enlightened cult
Wolfskin sought
Sacrifice of self
Eternal wealth

Different Breed

We are the silence
We are the abyss
The ones who do not speak
Never speaking of self
Eyes that you will trust
Trust me, I will not fail you
Eyes that remain at distant
Eyes that speak a quiet threat
Camaraderie is weakness for us
We care nothing of the feasting hall
The sharing of masculinity
All walls are our cage
All men our disruption
Our temple is the sky
The moon and stars our ceiling
The mist’s breath in our lungs
The smells of the wild
The shrieking of crows
The howling of wolves
The distant feeling
Constantly pulling our souls
Keep hunting
You will find
The desire
We do not see you
We see the horizon
A rare breed
In plain sight I stand
Yet you do not see me until close
No, I am not a statue
I startled you
For I sit in stillness and silence
My energy a black hole
Concealed in plain sight
A statue that comes to life
Pay attention
We do not take command
For we stand with the highest authority
We know what must be done
We do it viscously in silence
Cold heart
Heart aflame
We operate alone
For others bring disruption
When we come together
The unification of whom we serve
Danger, danger
Lone wolves hunt as pack
A different breed
We eternally hunt
We eternally seek
The wanderer in shadow
The eater of suns
The hunter of hunts

The Werewolf

This day will be a day of peace
This day will be content
I will tolerate their presence
I will listen to their chatter
I will walk in silence

You will not
You know I speak truth
The crowds will cause rage
Their rudeness will bring me out
Let me rear my head
Release me from the cage of your will
How amusing
Choose to remain and to rot
I know you will not

You too speak truth
Yet I will keep you at bay
There is much to be done this day
Short solemn words
Will keep them and you away
Yes you have brought me far
Yet much suffering is your price
Your rage is made of ice

Do not let them act with hate
Do not let arrogant fools speak
Speak with false law protected strength
How different it could be
Do you not remember our old ways?
Stop being weak
Take their heads again
Feast on their flesh
Take what you wish
Look how easy it would be
Oh so easy to see

Blood is no longer the way here
Honour is long dead
I cannot take
My own bread I must bake 
Both silence and words are as we walk
I will keep at distance
I despise to hear them talk
I despise the truth in their eyes
Therefore a shadow will be I

Take off my collar
Shift shape!
Let’s make this path short
Tear off your clothing
It only brings self loathing
Howl and be free
Break them all
Watch them fall
The pleasure is worth it
Savour the blood of those bit
The world no longer needs heroes
Villains we need
For their heroes are corrupt
They walk every street
It is you they will eat
Civilization is worth only contempt
Look at their metal boxes
Speeding this way and that
How foolish and hateful they act
Look at what they praise
Look at who they choose to lead
Genocide is their creed
Look at the filth of their culture
Today men turn their back on pack
For it means nothing
Those who judge you most
Look at how they work
Only slavery for another to be able to boast
They feel protected
By nothing but nothing
They do not deserve your peace
Go forth and show them something
Bite as you wish
With blood fill your dish
For they are nothing but cattle
Just babies crying and throwing a rattle
They believe what they are told
Indoctrinated by servitude
Trained to be slaves
From a very young age
To fight those who see beyond an age
Crush their ways of servitude
Destroy their ways of weak insult
Their misjudging of strength
They abuse this world and their own blood
Therefore show them no love
Howl deep in the night
Let them feel your bite
Look at your bent and broken swords
Why did this happen?
Look at your equipment destroyed
I did this
For too long I am caged
Give in to the blood filled rage
What do you have to say?