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Furore NormanorumAn omen dark as nightOn the Northern British Shores As out from the horizon Came a sound unheard before Mighty cries of warriors As the Northships approached land The holy British island Would soon come to an end A pious peaceful village With an Abbey on its hills Was the target of the Northmen All Christians they would kill Terror spread in Lindisfarne As the Vikings lurked in shadow Trampled upon the Christians And slain the priests of god "A Furore Normanorum Libera Nos Domine!" With hands clenched in prayer The monks begged on their knees Their god failed to bring salvation From these warriors of the seas A trail of blood and fire The Northmen left behind Raided village after village Killing those not of their kind The gods they praised in slaughter With Axes held up high! Their war-cries echo in valleys In seas, in mists and skies The strength of these barbarians No one could withstand Forayed city after city To thus conquer lord and land |