One thousand years ago The christians were marching up north To christanize the pagans To k** those who refused christ The headman of one village Was a great man named njal He had sworn an oath to the Mightiest of his gods Odin was thy name On sleipner he rode But the crusade was coming nearer And the people, they ran in fear Because oo many brave men was fallen For the christians were far too many And one day in the village Men came with drawn swords The commander of the crusade: "Do you accept white-christ? Do not refuse, we'll burn your village! We will k** your sons We will rape your women! So... do you accept the bapizing, In the name of my god, and his holy Son, white-christ?" [Njal:] "Who is this white-christ? In the name of odin: I will challenge him!" The commander of the crusade: "Then die fool..." [Njal:] "So pull your swords my men! For odin and thor we will gain! We will fight to the last breath! For odin we'll stab you to d**h!" Swords crossed, the blood were floweing As the battle raged The pagan men were fighting will But they were far roo few The crusaders were bathing in blood For white-christ they k**ed, raped and burned And on the ground lied njal His guts and blood were wide spread The village lies now in ruins But he prefered this before submission Another day, another time The ancient gods of the north Will seek revenge against christ And those thousand slained shall be avenged...