One thousand years ago The christians were marching up north To christanize the pagans To kill those who refused Christ
The headman of one village Was a great man named Njal He had sworn an oath to the Mightiest of his gods Odin was thy name On sleipner he rode
But the crusade was coming nearer And the people, they ran in fear Because too many brave men was fallen For the christians were far too many
And one day in the village Men came with drawn swords
The commander of the crusade: "Do you accept white-christ? Do not refuse, we'll burn your village! We will kill your sons We will rape your women! So... do you accept the baptizing, In the name of my god, and his holy Son, white-christ?"
Njal: "Who is this white-christ? In the name of Odin: I will challenge him!"
The commander of the crusade: "Then die fool..."
Njal: "So pull your swords my men! For Odin and Thor we will gain! We will fight to the last breath! For Odin we'll stab you to death!"
Swords crossed, the blood were floweing As the battle raged The pagan men were fighting will But they were far too few The crusaders were bathing in blood For white-christ they killed, raped and burned
And on the ground lied Njal His guts and blood were wide spread The village lies now in ruins But he prefered this before submission
Another day, another time The ancient gods of the north Will seek revenge against Christ And those thousand slained shall be avenged...