Much may change in the life of a man,
Now I will sing of how the war first began,
How these dark days of doom became mine.
It was the year Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine.
When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes…
Holding high the old way
Warriors waging
Into the storm,
On wings of dragons,
Fame and fortune,
Into the storm,
Into the storm,
Into the storm.
From the old land in east we had word
Of how the Earl had fallen and then we heard
That he dies, he who dare disobey,
When this new king imposes the eastern way.
When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes…
A storm has begun by my magic command
And my runes in the sand will deny them land,
You may die on our feet or you live on our knees,
When the raven is fed time will come for peace.
When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes…