Blood of Saints

Priest

Diseased

Poison in your mind

Try

To preach

Your sermon for the weak

While

Your lungs

Are crawling ‘round your spine

Regur-

gitate

When you are running past your peak

Horny

Monks

Clutching tightly ‘round their throats

Frivolous

Nuns

You better heed the call

Berserkers

Burning

The contents of your scrolls

Heathen

Beliefs

Still strong within us all

Blood

Red sky

An omen to respect

Night

To day

A monastery ablaze

Swords

Of death

A mission to protect

The hea-

then Gods

Our pagan heritage

Chorus:

BLOOD OF SAINTS – Crushing Christianity

Dragonships, the scourge of the seven seas

BLOOD OF SAINTS – Crushing Christianity

Norsemen, the scourge of your belief

Spoken words of the middle part:

When the pagans desecrated the sanctuaries of God, and poured out the blood of saints around the altar, laid waste the house of our hope, trampled on the bodies of saints in the temple of God, like dung in the street. What can we say except lament in our soul with you before Christ's altar, and say: “Spare, O Lord, spare thy people, and give not thine inheritance to the Gentiles, lest the pagan say, ‘Where is the God of the Christians?”

(Alcuin, the deacon of Lindisfarne Monastery in a letter to Higbald, bishop of Lindisfarne Monastery 793)

'These words are about the Viking attack on Lindisfarne Monastery 793. This marked the start of the Viking age and was a great opportunity to lay Christianity to rest as well as killing and plundering in the name of the heathen gods. '