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 oo 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 bapizing,

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 roo 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...