Once a mighty king ruled in a northern land
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his enemies he fought with steel and iron hand.
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So many tales were told, his name a glorious sound,
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"god-like he is" they said, and by no christian laws was
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bound.
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Long ago in a northern land...
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One day they came across the nordic sea,
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the man of the cross and camped beside a tree
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which was called a sacred one for all thy heathen hearts,
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where sacrifices were given to their northern forefathers
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Gods...
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The elder and wise men amongst them
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watched distrustful to all those
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of the foreign men with their swords in hand
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.. and the mighty tree was felled...
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Some days gone by and the elder men disappointed,
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they found a grave with a wooden cross upon.
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So they all gathered at a place near the sea at night,
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they all sat around their king, and a campfire gave it's
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light...
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First words were spoken by a maiden of great beauty,
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she whispered silent words to Freya and began to speak.
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Her iceblue eyes filled with tears as she told them all what
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happened
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in the woods three days ago when two christian men raped
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her body...
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Many people told what happened and what was done by the
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christian men;
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a girl was burned and three farmers died, nine children were
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never seen again...
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The king drew his sword and saddled his black horse,
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they gave a sacrifice to Odin and to Tor, the Gods of their
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war,
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that might before the morning of...
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REVENGE!!!
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The stars were shining from a dark black sky,
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their swords reflected the light of the moon,
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their torches burned red, the flames blazed up high,
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the hour of their raid will come soon...
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REVENGE!!!
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As the sun at last arose crimson, beyond the nordic sea,
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they all stood in armour, with helmet and sword,
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and with certainty of what was forever will be...
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.. a furore normannorum libera nos domine...
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The bells of the christian churches tolled,
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woke them up so much to late,
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two ravens high above watched this bloody deeds
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when the steel becomes their fate...
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After hours the most of the christian men
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by the northmen all were slayed,
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the sun high above was shining bright
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that day of heathenpride...
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Heathenpride
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| Falkenbach |
