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On the Shores of Holy Island In 793
A Monastery falls to Great Calamity
Frost in the air, as monks say their prayers
To the coming storm, they were not prepared
Lindisfarne, no god could save them from the might of heathen men
Lindisfarne, a new age has come, under Nordic iron it dawns
Sons of Odin, on eyed old man
They cross the sees on dragon ships the hammer is their guide
The blissful silence dies
On shore they arrive
With a thunderous sound, the defile this holy ground
Lindisfarne, no god could save them from the might of heathen men
Lindisfarne, a new age has come, under Nordic iron it dawns
The hammer strikes the cross
Sanctuary's lost
Holy holocaust
On their knees they beg and plead
No mercy no reprieve
the church of Cuthbert is stained with the blood of Priests
Welcome to the Viking Age.
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Standing as one for Hellas we fight, defending the gates With all of our might
Three Hundred Spartans, we're heeding the call, to fight the endless Persian Hordes
Stand, fight, Thermopylae
Stand, fight, Thermopylae
Arrows fly across the sky, turning day into night
Our Shields are one within our hands, our chosen task, to hold the path
Stand, fight, Thermopylae
Stand, fight, Thermopylae
Xerxes told a Hidden pass, A traitor lies within our grasp
But Still we stand and still we fight, Ares guide us guide our hands
Stand Fight Thermopylae
Stand, fight, Thermopylae
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