Ragnarok - Blood of Saints lyrics

Priest Diseased Poison in your mind Try To preach Your sermon for the weak While Your lungs Are crawling 'round your spine Regur- Gitate When you are running past your peak Horny Monks Clutching tightly 'round their throats Frivolous Nuns You better heed the call Berserkers Burning The contents of your scrolls Heathen Beliefs Still strong within us all Blood Red sky An omen to respect Night To day A monastery ablaze Swords Of d**h A mission to protect The hea- Then Gods Our pagan heritage Chorus: BLOOD OF SAINTS – Crushing Christianity Dragonships, the scourge of the seven seas BLOOD OF SAINTS – Crushing Christianity Norsemen, the scourge of your belief Spoken words of the middle part: When the pagans desecrated the sanctuaries of God, and poured out the blood of saints around the altar, laid waste the house of our hope, trampled on the bodies of saints in the temple of God, like dung in the street. What can we say except lament in our soul with you before Christ's altar, and say: "Spare, O Lord, spare thy people, and give not thine inheritance to the Gentiles, lest the pagan say, 'Where is the God of the Christians?" (Alcuin, the deacon of Lindisfarne Monastery in a letter to Higbald, bishop of Lindisfarne Monastery 793) 'These words are about the Viking attack on Lindisfarne Monastery 793. This marked the start of the Viking age and was a great opportunity to lay Christianity to rest as well as k**ing and plundering in the name of the heathen gods. '