Heathenpride - Falkenbach

Once a mighty king ruled in a northern land

His enemies he fought with steel and iron hand

So many tales were told, his name a glorious sound

«god-like he is» they said, and by no christian laws was bound

Long ago in a northern land

Long ago in a northern land

One day they came across the nordic sea

The man of the cross and camped beside a tree

Which was called a sacred one for all thy heathen hearts

Where sacrifices were given to their northern forefathers Gods

Long ago in a northern land

Long ago in a northern land

The elder and wise men amongst them

Watched distrustful to all those

Of the foreign men with their swords in hand

And the mighty tree was felled

And the mighty tree was felled

Some days gone by and the elder men disappointed

They found a grave with a wooden cross upon

So they all gathered at a place near the sea at night

They all sat around their king, and a campfire gave it’s light

Long ago in a northern land

Long ago in a northern land

First words were spoken by a maiden of great beauty

She whispered silent words to Freya and began to speak

Her iceblue eyes filled with tears as she told them all what happened

In the woods three days ago when two christian men raped her body

Many people told what happened and what was done by the

Christian men;

A girl was burned and three farmers died, nine children were

Never seen again

The king drew his sword and saddled his black horse

They gave a sacrifice to Odin and to Tyr, the Gods of their war

That might before the morning of

Revenge!

The stars were shining from a dark black sky

Their swords reflected the light of the moon

Their torches burned red, the flames blazed up high

The hour of their raid will come soon

Revenge!

Revenge!

As the sun at last arose crimson, beyond the nordic sea

They all stood in armour, with helmet and sword

And with certainty of what was forever will be

A furore normannorum libera nos domine

The bells of the christian churches tolled

Woke them up so much to late

Two ravens high above watched this bloody deeds

When the steel becomes their fate

Revenge!

Revenge!

After hours the most of the christian men

By the northmen all were slayed

The sun high above was shining bright

That day of heathenpride

A furore normannorum libera nos domine