Blood of Saints - Ragnarok

Priest

Diseased

Poison in your mind

Try

To preach

Your sermon for the weak

While

Your lungs

Are crawling ‘round your spine

Regur-

Gitate

When you are running past your peak

Horny

Monks

Clutching tightly ‘round their throats

Frivolous

Nuns

You better heed the call

Berserkers

Burning

The contents of your scrolls

Heathen

Beliefs

Still strong within us all

Blood

Red sky

An omen to respect

Night

To day

A monastery ablaze

Swords

Of death

A mission to protect

The hea-

Then Gods

Our pagan heritage

BLOOD OF SAINTS — Crushing Christianity

Dragonships, the scourge of the seven seas

BLOOD OF SAINTS — Crushing Christianity

Norsemen, the scourge of your belief

Spoken words of the middle part:

When the pagans desecrated the sanctuaries of God, and poured out the blood of

saints around the altar, laid waste the house of our hope, trampled on the

bodies of saints in the temple of God, like dung in the street.

What can we say

except lament in our soul with you before Christ’s altar, and say: «Spare,

O Lord, spare thy people, and give not thine inheritance to the Gentiles,

lest the pagan say, ‘Where is the God of the Christians?»

(Alcuin, the deacon of Lindisfarne Monastery in a letter to Higbald,

bishop of Lindisfarne Monastery 793)