Lindisfarne
(专辑: Northern Rage - 2004)
793 at the
Northumbrian shore Dreadfull omens shake the
lande Mighty messangers have come from above Awful signs they shalle presente Thunderstorms, lighting comes down Fiery dragons ride the
sky A
famine hath followed these tokens of hell Starvation now overtakes man's life Fallow's moon hath left the
saintly shore Holy island ends the
nighte Northern dragons have crossed the
ocean's horizon Red white sails appeare in sighte Highe swung stems are breaking the
waves Behold! Ship made of oak drawing near Beastly howlings are reaching the
isle What strange horde hath broughte the
sea Lindisfarne The
priests are overrun Lindisfarne Calamity hath come Shores are laid waste, saints to overtake The
storme of the
Northe hath begun At Lindisfarne Storming on the
lande Tearing their clothes off their backs Chasing these weaklings away Some shalle be struck, some shalle be drowned Others shalle be laid in chains St. Cuthbert's cross, their treasure of stone Knocked down their idol shalle be His holy church, a
sacred place Spattered and soiled withe the
bloode of the
priests Plundered the
chapels shalle be The
cloister is sacked, the
altar is destroyed Precious stone, noble jewels and gold Now their holy treasures are on board Lindisfarne The
priests are overrun Lindisfarne Calamity hath come Shores are laid waste, saints to overtake The
storme of the
northe hath begun At Lindisfarne Lo, it is nearly 350 years that we and our fathers Have inhabited this lovely land, and never before Has such terror appeared in Britain as this we now Suffered from a
pagan race... They stepped on holy places with uncleaned feet Dug up the
altars and plundered all the
treasures in the
holy curch... What should be expected for other places When the
divine judgement has not spared this holy place? Thy ravens up highe One-eyed father, accept our offering Let us not return without wealth and pride Be our guidance on the
stormy sea Lindisfarne The
priests are overrun Lindisfarne Calamity hath come Shores are laid waste, saints to overtake The
storme of the
northe hath begun At Lindisfarne "A furore Normannorum libera nos, Domine!"