There was a man Who thought he was the One To save the pagan land He went to the cold north Full of faith with book and the cross
But the scorn in his eyes had his fate changed
Now in the name of his God He is to weed out those men But they were strong enough, he didn’t expect And soon he was supposed to be dead Once captured priest who spoke of God Now he walks towards his doom And his heart thrills him all
Still the pride in his soul and the hope of salvation
They lead him towards the woods where his destiny awaits At the place he was blinded by the flesh of the blade of axe Truth corrupted and false will be put to the test Step by step his death becomes as sure as his God unreal
He puts his head one the bole and he prays To the God who left him alone
The edge of axe falling down Cuts his skin spine and throat The preacher’s head now lies on the ground And his body shivers like from cold The life of his now is gone And it ended as fast as single blow That how ends the man who though His faith is better than our own