Ancient Rites - Lindisfarne lyrics

All heaven and earth were still

As if God's paradise never lost

None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill

(in the shape of raging heathens)

Through Durham monks experienced at high cost

Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack

No shrine left untouched, sacred loot on their back

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!

Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!

Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack

No relic left untouched

Hear the sound of the Norsemans laughter

Behold their rise, sacred loot on their back

Saint Cuthbert lowering the head

The head for Odins sons

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!

Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Odin.... rides over the Nordland again

Odin.... rides over the Nordland again!

Desecration of the holy island!

All heaven and earth were still

As if God's paradise never lost

Through Durham monks experienced at high cost

Lindisfarne, down, down in flames!

Saint Cuthbert lowering the head

The head for Odins sons

As for now the heathen still prevails

Pagan warriors mocking God

Witness their fury, hear the victory hails

Hear the victory hails!!!

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!

Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!

Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Lindisfarne, down, down in flames!