[Contemporary history portrays the Christianisation of the Germanic territories
as a beautiful, wonderful thing; however Sagas
and chroniclesz prove that the opposite
is true. Amandus was a French missionary bishop who came to Flanders to spread "the new
faith".
He was fiercely persecuted by the common people, who clung to the old faith; but he was
sadly more successful with the
greedy nobility.]
Slithering from the south
Like venomous snake
Carrying poison to our pagan lands
A herald of a
degenerate faith
The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
We are eager to spill your blood
The runes are
carved,
The swords are sharpened
Under the cloak of night we'll come
"Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
Sanctificetur nomen
tuum.
Adventat regnun tuum.
Fiat voluntas tua.
Sicut in caelo et in terra."
"We oppose the rule of your god,
We tread
upon the cross of slavery,
We rejoice when your temples burn;
Eternally we hail the one-eyes god"
Sent by the greed of
Clotaire
To deceive the pagans of Ghent
Using trickery and foul deceit
To lure them into spiritual slavery
The runes are
carved,
The swords are sharpened
We are eager to spill your blood
The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
Under the
cloak of night we'll come
Smash down our holy idols
Cut down our sacred oaks
The voice of our gods sounds
eternally
Destined to outlive your poor wretched lies
