Glassy water shines in the sun, light breeze brings the smell of the sea.
In the village the harvest is in full swing.
Christians prepare themselves the winter, thanking their God.
They'll give the part of their property to the local church
But suddenly fishmen notice strange silhouettes in the horizon.
The dragonships carve the waves.
The peasants hide behind the walls, get themselves armed, doing their best.
Now they pray, asking to protect their lives
But drakkars approach and the north warriors land
Their hands are strong, and their swords are sharp.
Their armors shine with patches of light.
Vikings are walking with courage and pride
Daylight will fade in the fight
They’ll fight for profit, and their enemies for their lives.
But nevertheless their forces are unequal.
The siege is not long.
As a deadly cloud the Vikings burst into the village.
Their swords cut the Christian’s arms and their bones and entrails all at once.
The ground saturates with the blood of people who used to walk it not long ago.
The prayers about the saving weren’t heard.
The houses are burnt down, and the local church is next.
The gates were broken open, the priests were cut.
All the things were plundered.
They took the golden crosses off the dead men and threw the bodies into the streets.
Their hands are strong, and their swords are sharp.
Their armors shine with patches of light.
The hung men and scorched earth
That's all they left behind
