| On the blackened eve of destruction
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| A king arises with the promise of light
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| But the Jarls who held him high
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| Were soon to see that they followed a lie
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| Wise magicians and healing women
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| Put to the stake by royal hands
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| Baptized they would not be And so in flames their life did end
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| Odin thy face
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| It fades in the blood
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| The heathen oaks burned
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| It’s the end of a god
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| Blood rains from the sky
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| Love is just a christian lullaby
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| I can’t believe I’d rather die
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| Blood rains from the sky
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| Preaching love while tortured victims cry
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| I won’t believe I’d rather die
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| Bondes who would not dip in the water
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| At the Althing he had put them dead
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| A royal smile a lie on the lips
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| Believe in Christ or drink burning lead
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| Raud a mighty Jarl on the isle
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| He was taken at night and tried to a stake
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| His house on flames
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| Yet he would not fold his hands
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| Condemned to death
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| He had to swallow a snake
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| Odin thy face
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| It fades in the blood
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| The heathen oaks burned
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| It’s the end of a god
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| Blood rains from the sky
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| Love is just a christian lullaby
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| I can’t believe I’d rather die
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| Blood rains from the sky
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| Preaching love while tortured victims cry
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| I won’t believe I’d rather die |