They prayed to their god… Their god did not answer… We did… Grey water parting beneath the dragon prow The western shore rising through the morning shroud Rooftops of the holy men appear They never knew that death was sailing here Oars pulled hard through the freezing tide Warriors hungry on either side No warning given, no mercy planned The ravens feast today on English land Their crosses cannot stop our steel Their prayers cannot stop what we feel The gods of Asgard sent us here To teach the soft world how to fear Wrath upon the holy shore Blood on the ground at Lindisfarne We are the storm they never saw We are the fire, we are the war Shields locked tight as we hit the sand Death has arrived on English land Wrath upon the holy shore The raven feeds forever more Monks running screaming through the smoke Their sacred halls now burning with our torch Gold and silver taken from their walls Their gentle god watches as it falls One stood still while the others fled Something in his eyes, not fear but faith instead Ragnar watched him through the blood and haze Took him captive, held him in his gaze Athelstan… You knelt before a wooden cross We kneel before the storm itself Your world and mine Will never be the same again Lindisfarne burns… Lindisfarne burns… The west has been opened… Nothing will stop us now…
