Rich were the lands Protected by pagan gods Brave were the warriors Obeying ancient laws
But dark clouds were gathered Above their heads When conquering christians Were looking enviously For those free hearts Ominous fog with hate unfurled Entwine pagan lands Under mark of cross they resolved To turn them to the slaves Slaves!
Rifled were the lands Ivaded by christian knights Dead were the warriors Defending ancient rites
Sons of the Thor Where are your fearless hearts? Blinded by christian cross Stained with pagan blood
Now church-bell Is wakeing us From asleep Enslaved live in forest Prayers are they weep Now is time for revange Our lot will turn Their blesses are in vain Churches of nailed lamb Will burn Burn!
Sons of the Thunder Where are your fearless hearts? Blinded by christian cross Stained with pagan blood