Lindisfarne (anno 793) Lyrics - Ancient Rites

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!