On the backs of oak dragons
North winds fill our sails
The cold black oceans below
Thick morning mist our veil
A bright light cuts through the fog
Fearsome fangs laid bare
With howls our shields we pound
Charging up on sandy shores
No warning they had
In temples they hide
The new god does nothing
When the old ride by our side
God save us from these demons of the North
Heathen beasts who heed no sacred ground
Deliver us from these butchers, O Lord
Protect your humble servants
You and your god will know our names
Sent to him while doused in flames
Crosses of gold, martyrs of crimson
Against the blaze, all this glistens
Overcome with fear and pall
Realizing that d**h shall befall
Screams of terror rising around
As your faith burns to the ground
Kinsmen die, all men are mortal
Scourge of the sacred, we heathens infernal
The deeds are done, violence spared none
For reverence they screamed, we heard no pleas
Woeful, the overwhelming silence
Sullen faces of the fallen
Woeful, the overwhelming silence
Ashen remnants of the sacred
For years we’ve sailed, brothers
Ridding this disease
Giving ourselves unto ourselves
God of deceit
No one lives forever
All men are mortal
Cattle die, kinsmen die
Reputation is eternal