793 at the northumbrian shore
Dreadfull omens shake the lande
Mighty messangers have come from above
Awful signs they
shalle presente
Thunderstorms, lighting comes down
Fiery dragons ride the sky
A famine hath followed these tokens of
hell
Starvation now overtakes man's life
Fallow's moon hath left the saintly shore
Holy island ends the nighte
Northern
dragons have crossed the ocean's horizon
Red white sails appeare in sighte
Highe swung stems are breaking the waves
Behold!
Ship made of oak drawing near
Beastly howlings are reaching the isle
What strange horde hath broughte the sea
Lindisfarne -
The priests are overrun
Lindisfarne - Calamity hath come
Shores are laid waste, saints to overtake
The storme of the northe hath
begun
At Lindisfarne
Storming on the lande
Tearing their clothes off their backs
Chasing these weaklings away
Some
shalle be struck, some shalle be drowned
Others shalle be laid in chains
St. Cuthbert's cross, their treasure of stone
Knocked
down their idol shalle be
His holy church, a sacred place
Spattered and soiled withe the bloode of the priests
Plundered the
chapels shalle be
The cloister is sacked, the altar is destroyed
Precious stone, noble jewels and gold
Now their holy treasures
are on board
Lindisfarne - The priests are overrun
Lindisfarne - Calamity hath come
Shores are laid waste, saints to
overtake
The storme of the northe hath begun
At Lindisfarne
[Solo]
Alcuin of York:
Lo, it is nearly 350 years that
we and our fathers
Have inhabited this lovely land, and never before
Has such terror appeared in Britain as this we now
Suffered
from a pagan race...
They stepped on holy places with uncleaned feet
Dug up the altars and plundered all the treasures in the
holy curch...
What should be expected for other places
When the divine judgement has not spared this holy place?
Thy ravens
up highe
One-eyed father, accept our offering
Let us not return without wealth and pride
Be our guidance on the stormy
sea
Lindisfarne - The priests are overrun
Lindisfarne - Calamity hath come
Shores are laid waste, saints to overtake
The
storme of the northe hath begun
At Lindisfarne
"A furore Normannorum libera nos, Domine!"
