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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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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 |
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Gods... |
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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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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 its light... |
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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 Christian men; |
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a girl was burned and three farmers died, nine children were 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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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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After hours the most of the Christian men |
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by the Norsemen all were slayed, |
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the sun high above was shining bright |
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that day of heathenpride... |
