Ancient Rites - Lindisfarne (Anno 793) Lyrics
All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill (in the shape of raging heathens) Through Durham monks experienced at high cost Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack No shrine left untouched, sacred loot on their back Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack No relic left untouched Hear the sound of the Norsemans laughter Behold their rise, sacred loot on their back Saint Cuthbert lowering the head The head for Odins sons Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Odin.... rides over the Nordland again Odin.... rides over the Nordland again! Desecration of the holy island! All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost Through Durham monks experienced at high cost Lindisfarne, down, down in flames! Saint Cuthbert lowering the head The head for Odins sons As for now the heathen still prevails Pagan warriors mocking God Witness their fury, hear the victory hails Hear the victory hails!!! Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Lindisfarne, Odin rides! Lindisfarne, down in flames! Lindisfarne, down, down in flames!
