On the shores of lindisfarne
We storm the holy gates
Frozen winds carry ravens
Who guide us through the wakes

Upon the breasts of the abbess
I carve the crest of thor
Crucified and wet inside
The virgin begs for more

Odin praise the merciless
We butcher clerics and men
Helmets lined with such divine
Stained vaginal skin

Tearing down the convent tower
To force out our prey.
Eating out her molten lips
We'll burn this bitch all day

They shall seek peace
And there shall be none
They pray to god
But god is dead

Christian holocaust

Now the isle is enslaved
A victory in store
Bastardized fucking genocide
Of god fearing whores

With glory come slavery
Of ample breasted lambs
Worshipping and servicing
Their czars of pagan lands