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Once a mighty king ruled in a northern land |
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His enemies he fought with steel and iron hand. |
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So many tales were told, his name a glorious sound, |
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"god-like he is" they said, and by no christian laws was bound. |
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Long ago in a northern land |
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Long ago in a northern land |
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One day they came across the nordic sea, |
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The man of the cross and camped beside a tree |
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Which was called a sacred one for all thy heathen hearts, |
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Where sacrifices were given to their northern forefathers Gods |
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Long ago in a northern land |
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Long ago in a northern land |
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The elder and wise men amongst them |
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Watched distrustful to all those |
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Of the foreign men with their swords in hand |
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And the mighty tree was felled |
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And the mighty tree was felled |
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Some days gone by and the elder men disappointed, |
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They found a grave with a wooden cross upon. |
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So they all gathered at a place near the sea at night, |
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They all sat around their king, and a campfire gave it's light |
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Long ago in a northern land |
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Long ago in a northern land |
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First words were spoken by a maiden of great beauty, |
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She whispered silent words to Freya and began to speak. |
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Her iceblue eyes filled with tears as she told them all what happened |
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In the woods three days ago when two christian men raped her body |
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Many people told what happened and what was done by the |
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Christian men; |
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A girl was burned and three farmers died, nine children were |
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Never seen again |
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The king drew his sword and saddled his black horse, |
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They gave a sacrifice to Odin and to Tyr, the Gods of their war, |
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That might before the morning of |
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Revenge! |
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The stars were shining from a dark black sky, |
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Their swords reflected the light of the moon, |
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Their torches burned red, the flames blazed up high, |
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The hour of their raid will come soon |
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Revenge! |
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Revenge! |
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As the sun at last arose crimson, beyond the nordic sea, |
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They all stood in armour, with helmet and sword, |
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And with certainty of what was forever will be |
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A furore normannorum libera nos domine |
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The bells of the christian churches tolled, |
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Woke them up so much to late, |
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Two ravens high above watched this bloody deeds |
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When the steel becomes their fate. |
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Revenge! |
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Revenge! |
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After hours the most of the christian men |
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by the northmen all were slayed, |
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the sun high above was shining bright |
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that day of heathenpride. |
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A furore normannorum libera nos domine |
