Lindisfarne (Anno 793)

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!