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...



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...



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...



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...



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!!!



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