Deep within the glades, Viking black metal shrouded in an ever-present gloom, lies Malgor's Bane, whispered to be the harbinger of ruin and chaos.. Its core is forged from pure malice, its every move a testament to destruction. It stalkes its prey, sowing chaos wherever it goes.
Many brave souls have tried to face Malgor's Bane, but none have ever survived. It is a legend that chills the very heart of those who tell its name. Even now, its influence lingers in the darkest corners of the world, a constant reminder of the evil that lurks within.
Hrafnskrake's Wrath
Upon the frozen wastes across Iceland, a shadow falls. The whispers travel on the wind, speaking concerning an ancient power rising. Hrafnskrake, the Ravenous Curse, is back from its slumber, and with it comes a fury that threatens all. This frozen realm trembles before its wrath, and the people cower in fear.
- Folklore tales speak of a creature born in darkness, able of unleashing destruction with every beat that is|its|of its} wings.
- As we speak, Hrafnskrake's cry rings out the skies, a chilling prelude to those foolhardy enough to stand before it path.
Will anyone brave enough to stand against this ancient evil, or will Hrafnskrake's fury destroy all in its path?
Eisernes Ragnarök
The unfolding Ragnarök of Iron is a ancient prophecy that speaks of a terrible clash between the pantheon. A wave of chaos will overwhelm the mortal realm, bringing about a finalend of the world.
Yet, amidst this ruin, there lies a shadow of renewal. From the ashes will ascend a new world, where peace will reign supreme.
Feuer der Wikinger
In den dunklen Nächten des Nordens, wo die Strömungen klingen, und das Mondlicht über die Landflächen fällt, versammelten sich die Wikinger. Ihr Mut war stark, doch auch ihre Abschiedskulte waren außergewöhnlich. Eine der wichtigsten Rituale, das Totenfeuer, war ein einzigartiges Ritual.
- Über dem Feuer wurden die Gesänge der Abwesenden erzählt, um ihre Geister zu ehren
- Werkzeuge des Verstorbenen wurden auf das Feuer gelegt, als Opfer an die Götter.
- Die Flammen sollte den Weg zum Jenseits leuchten und den gestorbenen Wikinger in das Neue Leben begleiten.
Nach dem Ritual war die Frieden spürbar, doch immernoch war die Erinnerung des Verstorbenen stark und lebendig.
Fjördhrimnir's Dirge
In ancient times, when the heavens was yet new, Fjördhrimnir, the mighty frost giant, wrought a melody of bitter power. This chant, known as Fjördhrimnir's Chant, contained the essence of winter, capable of solidifying time itself. Story has it that when whispered beneath a icy sky, Fjördhrimnir's Chant could bring forth blizzards of sheer ferocity.
- Whispers say the chant was forgotten with the decline of the frost giants.
- However claim it is guarded within a solitary fortress, accessible only to those brave enough to venture its freezing depths.
Visor från Dödens Hand
En skald från gamla släkt, tecknar dödlighet. En svart melodi som sunges genom tidens {ryggar. Skuggornas| Dödens stilla|ljus. Denna visa tar den på en resa genom dödens. Varje ton förmedlar dödens {kraft.Det är ett skaldens|andstets sång.
De som tar till sig Skaldsangar av Döden upplever en ny blick på livet.