Death upon Lisdisfarne Lyrics

Three serpents from the north
Leading the raid to the unknown west.
Freya's winds command our ships
Towards the path of gold
Hold the rope and break the mist,
Crush the wave as high as it is.
Dragonheads guide us straight.
Christian blood, worthless flesh.

Your faith is weak against the strong warrior's shield,
Death upon Lindisfarne, our age has begun.
Born to be slaves, sacrificed to the old gods.
Death upon Lindisfarne,
Let the hammer crush the cross.

Born from the seas, bending winds,
black waves and snow.
To see how Sköll hunts the sun once more.
To see our brothers fight.
To die, swords in our hand.
Back to the vast fields of cold calm.
Filling those ships to the unknown.

An honored sworn, thy mighty wings,
Two black crows fly the ocean winds,
Three longships ride the fiery path.
We are the sons of north.

The land in sight, our promised raid,
unprotected church, that we shall burn.
Slay the priest and take his coin
Now their jewels glow in Odin's hall.
Burn those books and cut their throats,
paint the sky with blood red gush.

Your faith is weak against the strong warrior's shield...

Who is your god? In his golden throne,
Beggings and death from those who serve.
While Christ sleeps the people bleed.
The Norsemen ride.

The seek for land, the endless doubt.
The greed for gold, or return back home.
To hold the plow or rise the spear.
To shed their blood or spread the seed.
Now is time to rise our breed.
So beware the new threat of the sea.

Your faith is weak against the strong warrior's shield...