Heathen's Lament

And we march on through the frigid night,

In the shadow of our forefathers

We brave the winter's might

Soldiering across this barren

Land to where we'll join our kin

And resist the invading warriors

Of christendom who're threatening

To destroy our very way of life

Lay siege to the cross

Don't let them gain upon your ground

Fight to defend your clan

Cut every last one of them down

...Before they kill us all

And put our women and children

To their swords and burning stakes

And raze our temples and destroy our lore, our tales of old

Traditions handed down for eons, from the bards, we're told

We must not let this be our fate