Last Stand of The Pagan Kings

The fog is rolling through the Docks - are dimly lit the only thought

To see it through the coming night. We caress the moonlight

They enslave us with their cross. Call us heathens in the mud

But they eat the flesh of their God, and they drink his blood

Our pagan stock is burning deep. The city watch is fast asleep

They tried to change our ancient ways. Now we set this town ablaze

Jump from the boat to the pier

Torches raised high, the howling breaks the sky

I can smell the fear in the air

As we surround the town and prepare to run it down

No help is going to arrive

Tonight we paint the ground red with Christian lives

Stare into his eyes, just before he dies

I can read the lies, cut him down to size

Send him screaming towards the light

Look to the west and I can tell

Crusaders coming, to send us straight to hell

I try to spin my kin and turn us around

But the white stallions are already bearing down

Red crosses on silver shields

They spill our blood on the open fields

Steel blade on the rise, as my eyes go wide

Pitch black staring back, then his next attack

And I feel the sting, from the battle priest

I can't feel a thing, then I'm released

Drifting high above the sky

The Valkyrie won't let me die

She brings me to the tree of life

And the hall of the one-eyed god

He tells me "righteous son

You are not yet done

You have many gods

But they only have the one.

So I send you back to fight

And to smite their wretched cause

Welcome your eyes to the sight

Of monumental loss.

Valhalla!

I will return

Once I fulfill my fate...

And I Awake.

Can you see the fields of war?

I open my eyes to crimson plains

And the heroes of pagan lore

Stake your claim, make your reign, and don't you miss

Strike them down, win the crown, of eternal bliss

Templar knight, you are mine, first you die, and then your shrine

Once you fall, I join the hall, of heroes slain

A chosen Thane

My spear flies true

Through the helm of a Templar knight

Follow me on her winged steed

To the heavens we will fight

Hell-bent we are charging deep

Whatever you can kill, you can keep

I can see the captain through the clear

A pagan sacrifice is drawing near

Tempered by archaic rage

I'm possessed by Odin's gaze

Berserk I run at the leading knight

Keen to end this with one preemptive strike

Legends tell of the champions of Midgard

The defenders of Nordic beliefs

The final breath of a blackened star

The Last Stand of the Pagan Kings