Pagan Conquerors from the North Lyrics

Father in the sky
Bless us with your nobility
Let us defeat the enemy
Smote those down show no mercy
Wotan and Donor we praise your names
Let us crush the Christian men
Who try to take our northern lands
Our gods shall reign supreme in the end!

Die!

Crush their bloody skulls
Rip their lungs from their backs
Spread those wings high
And let them fly back to their pitiful god

Burn down their churches
Enslave their children
Behold the lamentation of their women
Their gold shall become our loot

Let no man stand breathing
Let none who profess Christ live
Show them the glory and the honor of Wotaniaz and Thuriaz
Pagan pride shall reign supreme

Vikings stand your ground
Raise your spears and axes
Hail to your fatherland
Hail to your ancient gods

"Behold, the church of St. Cuthbert spattered with the blood of priests of God, despoiled of all its ornaments, a place more venerable than all in Britain is given as pray to pagan peoples."
-Alcuin, Letter to Ethelred, King of Northumbria

But lo! Upon your wages of war
And bloodshed cast unto men
Your enemies shall become my servants
For vengeance belongs to the Lord
And so the wisdom from the Ancient One
Had forebodingly dawned unto them
The pagan conquerors from the North
That he who lives by the sword shall die by the sword