Deep within the glades, shrouded in an ever-present shadow, lies Malgor's Bane, a creature of legend and despair. . Its heart is forged from pure malice, its every move a testament to destruction. It prowls its prey, scarring with its touch.

Many brave souls have attempted to face Malgor's Bane, but none have ever escaped. It is a legend that horrifies the very soul of those who hear its name. Even now, its presence lingers in the darkest corners of the world, a constant reminder of the horror that lurks within.

Hrafnskrake's Wrath

Upon the frozen wastes in Iceland, a shadow falls. The whispers sweep on the wind, speaking of an ancient power stirring. Hrafnskrake, the Ravenous Curse, has risen from its slumber, and with it comes a fury that threatens all. Iceland trembles before its wrath, and the people cower in fear.

• Whispers from the past speak about a creature born of darkness, capable of unleashing destruction with every beat of its|its|of its} wings.
• As we speak, Hrafnskrake's cry rings out the skies, a chilling sign to those foolhardy enough to stand in its path.

Is there anyone brave enough to confront this ancient evil, or will Hrafnskrake's fury annihilate all of its path?

Der eisernen Ragnarök

The approaching Ragnarok is a legendary forecast that speaks of a dreadful battle between the pantheon. A wave of destruction will sweep Midgard, bringing about a apocalypse of the world.

Still, amidst this devastation, there lies a hint of rebirth. From the wreckage will ascend a golden age, where strengthbut will prevail.

Totenfeuer der Wikinger

In den dunklen Nächten des Nordens, wo die Winde klingen, und das Licht des Himmels über die Felder fällt, German black metal versammelten sich die Wikinger. Ihr Mut war einzigartig, doch auch ihre Verstorbenen waren berührend. Eine der eindrucksvollsten Rituale, das Totenfeuer, war ein geheimnisvolles Ritual.

• Um das Feuer wurden die Gesänge der Abwesenden erzählt, um ihre Geister zu ehren
• Waffen des Verstorbenen wurden auf das Feuer gelegt, als Schatz an die Götter.
• Die Flammen sollte den Weg zum Valhalla leuchten und den Verstorbenen in das Neue Leben begleiten.

Am Ende war die Leere spürbar, doch auch war die Gedenken des Verstorbenen stark und lebendig.

Fjördhrimnir's Dirge

In forgotten times, when the cosmos was yet young, Fjördhrimnir, the powerful frost giant, forged a melody of chilling power. This incantation, known as Fjördhrimnir's Chant, embodied the spirit of winter, capable of solidifying time itself. Legend has it that when intoned beneath a frost-covered sky, Fjördhrimnir's Chant could manifest blizzards of gargantuan ferocity.

• Rumors say the chant was lost with the decline of the frost giants.
• However claim it is guarded within a remote fortress, obtainable only to those brave enough to confront its treacherous depths.

Visor från Dödens Hand

En skald från förbi släkt, tecknar mörker. En kall melodi som spelas genom tidens {ryggar. Skuggornas| Dödens röst|ljus. Sann visa tar oss på en färd genom livet. Varje ord tecknar slumrets {kraft.Där är ett visarens|andstets uppgift.

Visan som lyssnar Skaldsangar av Döden får en ny blick på livet.