Lindisfarne (Original English version)


Lyrics: Atkin

Off Northumbiran shores there sat a fair isle
Reached on foot by a causeway of barely a mile
Surrounded by waters of cold northern sea
It was home to the men of a stone monastery

The monks who resided, their souls had been saved
Protected they were by the salt and the waves
Their worries and fears had been long cast aside
For they never thought death would be brought on the tide

In the year seven hundred and ninety and three
On a cold winters morn, just as dark as can be
The clouds spat thunder, and light split the sky
And dragons did lash the sweet earth with their cries

Three ships they were sighted, of carved wooden prow
Filled with scores of the pagan from stern unto bow
Brought by the wind and the oar and the sail
Armoured in leather and shield and male

Without cause, or warning the men rushed ashore
A fire in their hearts and desire for war
To slay them they must to slay them they will
They were schooled in the arts of the rape and the kill

The men who knew nothing of fighting this day
Were but food for the raven and ripe for the slay
Knew nought but of peace and the lord t’which they prayed
Who sat silent and useless as his flock were flayed

Skin it was torn from the meat and the bone
And though they had the Lord they would still die alone
In the fury of battle none stood ‘fore their wrath
Such was the fate of these men of the cloth

To die in the isles of the churches they built
With a sword in their hearts buried right to the hilt
The blood of the saints stained the alters of God
What was left of their bodies, was trampled and trod

When the slaughter was over, returned whence they came
To land of the heathen, the Viking, the Dane
Treasures were many, and losses were few
They drank to the souls of the victims they slew

Singing songs of their glory, to gods did they heed
They took of their bounty and drank of their mead
In the feast halls of Midgard they told of their deeds
In the maids of their homeland they planted their seed

Would the world ever hear of these pagans again?
Who raped of their daughters and slaughtered their men
Who stole from their churches; burned down their homes
Who’d broken their bodies and shattered their bones

This was just a taste of what was to become
Many more of these dragons would conquer and come
To destroy many lives with their bloodlust and rage
Now we herald the dawn of the new Viking age!