by Ordin Wed Feb 18, 2009 3:06 am
Scour the Lands
Icy wind rips the trees
eyes are blind
armor sticks
we fight on through death's mighty grip
to obtain the magyck blade
Jormungandr reaves the lands,
his serpent coils spill disease
obliterate all that's left
yggdrasil will surely freeze.
Siegfried's men warn their master
of dangers along the way
demon and man conspire
their hearts are torn with agony
everfrost covers the land
the moon's piercing gaze
studies the men with contempt
We scour the lands,
we cross the frozen seas,
horror emerges from
eldritch colonies
they murder our men
and rape our wives
we shall prevail!
Magyck Blade
Ancient mouths speak of a dwarvish blade
braze in pits of hellfyre
untamed forces of our dimensions fabric
sewn together, to cut any foe.
It was cast out, by those who feared its power,
it faded from reality in a cacophony of shredding light.
Skittering through time and many realms
it came into the possession of a young warrior
after years of searching
his quest was not yet over, though,
as terrors unmatched in this realm
sought to consume all life.
He stood, with magyck blade in hand.
Fire burned in his gut,
this was the true way.
Braze in Hellfyre
millions of corpses swarm about hel
he raises his head with a might cry,
a dozen horns twisting high
seigfried lashes out with all his might
but the blows do not meet their mark
for hel is a lich, born of unholy light
he rends the knight with his mighty claws
the blade was braze in helfyre,
it is mine to command
and with it we can destroy the land.
seas of blood envelop the hero
he thinks that all is lost,
alas a raft appears in the mist
svartalfar a lady unmatched
she steps with the grace of the elves
the queen of the damned
she speaks to lord siegfried
in a tone of tempered embrace
knight, my love, make me a widow.
together we shall be
strike for the horns, smash his throne
and victory shall be to thee
their lips met with a sigh,
and seigfried lept with strength
he brought the blade down into
hel's seat of sewn flesh
it shattered like so many fragmants of bone
the curse was undone,
the abyssal nightmare faded from sight
and the storm parted, shedding forth right
Coveted by Svartalfar
weeks pass as Siegfried remains alone in the maze
his men have gone, abandoned him, thinking he has died
from the dead of the cold, a shining form appears,
though the knight shivers, armor thick with ice,
the woman wears no cloth;
her chest and thighs are bare
"my lord, sir siegfried, you have done as i asked
for this i am grateful. i see that you are cold,
please, embrace my warmth and i will give you all"
her breasts are smooth, her face the purest white,
her legs curl with a man's delight,
but seigfried holds strong,
his duty commands him on.
he denies her, and strikes her to the ground.
"svartalfar, you are a witch,
a heathen and a traitor.
you betrayed your betrothed,
by right should i caress in death:
to love be lured into Yngvi's heir?"
she wept and fled into the lands beyond thier's,
broken hearted she screamed into the wind.
A raging thunder struck the ground,
and the earth seemed alive.
Jotunn attended to the fairest
with tender, brutish eyes
she told him the stories,
hired him with her lies.
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