Ten Stories of the North

Nordic Views

1. Dreaming Of The Dawn



“Ill tidings my friend, look not blind,

Blood drifts into the dawning sun,

Clouded red as raven’s mead,

A warning of dark ambition!”


A destiny, writ in stone,

As it is, and shall be for all men

The gods watch our path, and Tyr lights our way.

The doom of our folk is upon.

Quickens; they ever fall to the sign of the Southern Cross.

A fate must be decided of awakening paralysed dream


The red runes spoke of these dark days

A tale forgotten beneath the dying sun

A darkened plague, an eclipse all-encompassing

To the north we set sail, beyond the mists of time


From ancient lore, a stone from above

In the farthest north, beneath the ice bound permafrost

To turn back the southern shadow,

To reverse the river of Freya’s tears


The ninth I know: if need there be,

To guard a ship in a gale rising Ragnårok.

The wind I calm, and the waves also

And wholly soothe the star-lit ocean stretch


We dream of the dawn, of honour and legend

To burn brighter than a thousand suns

Our song will lift high, our blood will run deep

Into the veins of the earth, and shall colour the snows of futures still.


Cold winds carry the breath of the past

An icy path to the shores of forgotten fjords

The frozen ocean mirrors the starry sky

The northern lights, beneath the Dragon Star


Winter hearts and have blackened stone

Forged in fire, in the primordial times of yore

Cast down from heaven, encompassed to the ancient ones

To bond the iron and blood eternally


“Sure, if sword could act vengeance

Such cruel wrong, such Evil times would wait

Aegir, ocean-god.

That wind-giant’s brother

Whence I strong to slay, and against him and his sea-brood

Battling would they go.

Strength that may strive afore the stout ships’ bane.”




2. A Tale of Cronia (Influenced by Charles Kingsley’s “The Heroes”)



The seas, they’re whispering!


The black sun rises over the northern sky

Our prow breaks the mile ice before us

The sea below lies stagnant, its fetid breath the air of dead souls.


Their eyes glare up at us, pleading to join them, empty in sockets

The icy grave melts under the foul mist, poisoned wind from the east, yes; the final judgment of dead races past.


Ravens bite at their flesh, picking, and spit it back out into the mire of their own avian disgust, weak, to join their parasitic host again.


Worse fates, they await those who defile their blood and honour

Look to the farthest northern shores

Beyond, beyond the sea, beyond your dreams

To the frozen throne, where he awaits.


Passing the Scythian bows, and the Tauri who devour men,

The wandering Hyperborean, who feed their flocks beneath the pole star,

Until they came into the northern ocean, only the dull dead Cronian iced Sea.




3. The Dead Giant’s Tale



Beneath a single brightened star,

Spinning round both there near and afar

A frozen throne lies cold

And held the giant, stout and weeping


I see men, once friend and foe

Progeny of Heimdall, seeds fore they have sown

Still keep thy pure and blessed mead

Beneath the stars, beneath the Yggdrasil tree


Yet new days dawn and Nordic have arachnid-like spun

The final fate of Odin’s children, their Ragnårok

Nine ages past, nine worlds collide

Drowning deep in Christ death-cult crimson tides


They, the sick papal sheep seek thy doom and freedom same

The need of ice and burning flame

The black stone wails for fallen honored kin

The high halls clash in storm and din”


Foreign gods smite thy night and day

Runes burned away

The elder ones of wayward kith

Bore strong new sons of eager tides fore

The blood skald sang of song and fame

Hero’s fane a martyr’s bane

Heed my verse, for Heimdall’s horn

Hails now the end of Nordic skand-borne




4. Odalist



Drink from Odin’s palm, and pass afore its song

Its mead of knowledge succulent, sweet and strong


Star borne lay with wives of men

Their daughters great with kin

Ancients seed the darken kind

To hang in silence nights all the nine


The elder blood in fiery vein

Unleash the brood of Odin’s fane

To trample southern kind asunder

And bring the light of distant thunder


Grand, erect halls beyond the sea

To honour blood of Ygg’s tree

Till the land of golden yield

To forge the steel and oaken sword-battered shield


Great kingdoms rose in golden times

The powerful winds of Nordic skies

The winter frost of end year time

Yield unto summer and warmth sublime


The Odalist gift came in flash of fire

A cartographic vision of heaven to Asgard’s spire

Black iron forged to honour past heart

And Ancestral bond of blood and flame


And all shall point to northern star

Where the Aurorae guides to lands afar

Primordial home of our gods and men

Shall never desert our truth when..


All now sudden earth and mountain split

And walls of ice from north place emit

And false nations fall and seas rise

A reign of fire from darkened skies


To eternal lay in ice and snow

Held shadowed runes in our heathen glow

For those of kind, to find the same

The Cycloptic secret throne to reign


And now lost children flee the Christ-cult bane

To time of old, the stone of flame

To fill the veins with ancient fire

Reshape, destroy our world on martyr’s Crucifix pyre.




5. Ygg



The black stone lights the way afar

Where Baldur waits the sleeping star

To spin like sunlight darkened black

Consign the nord pact


Screaming ravens soar the sky

And mighty winds the long ships defy

Lokic army marches on

To battlefields that light the dawn


The southern plague is thus defiled

To bring splendour to the Nordic child

Fore twilight roads lead Thules way

And destroy the ones that led astray


The new north shines like starry night

Cross-branding martyr falls in black sun’s light

The stone is set in centre earth

To eternal guide the blood’s rebirth




6. King Of The World



In the distant North, beyond the Eastern Sands

From the winds of the South, far from Western lands

A shadowed throne He wrought, and the nine He taught

Of a future kingdom, of a distant time


The wise have sought Him, and the brave have fought Him

The false have worshipped Him, the true have revered Him

He whose fate, the spinning world lies

Within the mountains, far from ancient skies


And the dreams of an ancient sign, of a shadow far from time

And the bastard priest whose next in line, bloodied hand pouring on poisoned wine

In the light of the pure green ray, of the elders stayed

And a world that’s far away,

In a nightside eclipse, where there is no day


Few have seen His dreams, or heard the silent screams

Chained to this world, Rex Mundi…

Lord of creation, child of the black sun


I heard her call; I felt her breath

I heard her song, the call of death

Far from home, and far from life

In fields of glory, my bloody tomb


She came to me… across the sea


From Valhalla she rode, from halls of gold

To bear my soul

To guide my path, whose fate it weaves

Through long-dead forests, and their graves of leaves


Thus came to me…


Across the near frozen sea




7. Pale Autumnal Moon



Silver twilight, a shimmered lake

Silent whispers through reddening leaves

Heathen sounds in rings of fire

Drifting smoke, midnight trees

Mighty ash piled of Ygg borne, standing tall

Its outstretched limbs to on high

Starry kin laugh together

Piercing through a blackened sky

Leaves, circles, wind and rain

Casting a long shadow, never-ending

Pale autumnal moon weeps

Eclipsed by darkness fast descending




8. Under The Mountain



Deep in the darkness, where starlight does not pry

Rivers flow inward, where souls cannot be

Beyond the horizon, of fallen stars dreaming

The dark sun burns brighter


From star-born creation, to far end of time

It dwells deep within us


Under the mountain, beneath the sea

Spirits lie in slumber, dreaming to be


The light that will fear us, and flees from our sight

The strength of the ancients, the sacred birthright

Far from the mountain, a distance from the sea

Awaiting he, in near-eternal sleep, the true Northern king.




9. Etched In Stone



In the woods of the fallen

Decaying leaves lie upon the snow

Scattered under dark throne, like fallen warriors

Elder oaths all but forgotten

And their meaning etched in stone


What has passed shall be remembered

What is honoured

The fires forged ancestral spirit

Eternal flames within our kinship


Scribed in circles

Sealed in eternal forge

Runic signs of ancient kin of autumn glare

For those in the distant future

In whose life-blood shall flows the same




10. Amongst The Ruins



At the shattered remains

Those, then of a beautiful, ordered world

That which once was

When severed, spliced from the well-spring

And they whose thirst is drawn by the mirage of the modern world

The well itself to run dry


A hunger for knowledge of a higher kind

Whose arms outstretch to the sky above, and do not claw the earth below

Seeking mysteries in higher realms

Breathe life into the well

That source that once lay dormant


Rivers, tributaries wash forth, a spiritual wave,

Ripples felt forward and in past times

Its waves, lap against new shores,

A people will once again gather,

New horizons, build new kingdoms,

Forge new nations,

Amongst the ruins of a lost world





Ian V. Seymour ©2014 (January 15th)

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