Rich were the lands
Protected by pagan gods
Brave were the warriors
Obeying ancient laws
But dark clouds were gathered
Above their heads
When conquering christians
Were looking enviously
For those free hearts
Ominous fog with hate unfurled
Entwine pagan lands
Under mark of cross they resolved
To turn them to the slaves
Slaves!
Rifled were the lands
Ivaded by christian knights
Dead were the warriors
Defending ancient rites
Sons of the Thor
Where are your fearless hearts?
Blinded by christian cross
Stained with pagan blood
Now church-bell
Is wakeing us
From asleep
Enslaved live in forest
Prayers are they weep
Now is time for revange
Our lot will turn
Their blesses are in vain
Churches of nailed lamb
Will burn
Burn!
Sons of the Thunder
Where are your fearless hearts?
Blinded by christian cross
Stained with pagan blood
