On a misty winter's morning
When all was still
Came upon the shores of Albion
A plague from the North
d**h by the sword
The unsuspecting villagers
Toiled and tussled their daily lives
But on wings of pestilence
Northmen came to bring demise
Riding on through the white valleys
Bringing d**h to all who resists
Bringers of d**h, scavengers of sorrow
Order of the axe, murder on the morrow
Never to be seen, rumours to be heard
Struck upon the shore of this earth
Lindisfarne
Soon the dust had settled
Bodies littered the streets
Church lay in ashes
None were spared
On the wild seas
Dragonheads they rode
Bringing home their hoard
The order of the sword
Riding on through the white valleys
Bringing d**h to all who resists
Bringers of d**h, scavengers of sorrow
Order of the axe, murder on the morrow
Never to be seen, rumours to be heard
Struck upon the shore of this earth
Lindisfarne