Barbarian Paganus

War booty, armour forged by the hands of a craftsman

Harvest and noble presents, trading with loot.

Fragrance and stench everywhere

Abundance of everything you may desire

Heroes from the north-east, sturdy Vikings cunning

Slavs, dogged Saxons, juggler Celts and wild Arabs and Turks, mad pagan dogs.

Highlanders, herdsmen and sea-farers,

Warriors and wandering tradesmen,

Nearly all the scum of the heathen nations

Skirmishes and pleasures, women shameless

Wine and beer and booze, drinks galore,

To your heart's content

With a beggar's stick or wielding a sword, it devil may care.

Now live, tomorrow you'll be struck down;

With a bit of luck you'll die a cow's death in the hay.

Every wolf knows the purpose of his mouth,

Hunted like a marauder, unwelcome murdering beast,

Must be uprooted from his own territory.

The headsman strikes the merciful blow

And pulls the rope for everyone who don't bow down their backs.