Old Man’s Child
St. Aidens Fall
Norse soldiers armed with virtue
Hearts of steel, minds filled with dignity
Once they sailed across the open sea
Their eyes glowed with death-joy, and glory
Brave men of endless strength
As they sailed across the open sea
Weak men in brown robes cried for mercy
Screamed for help to god almighty
The ultimate warrior force
Crushed them neath their iron hand
Mightiest conquerers ever, to be seen
They were sent from an old foreign land
Waded in blood battle until the end
A gift of strength, given from Wotan high
Turned their gods and their ships to the north
The waves upon the water were like ripples in their minds
Entered than the ancient land of darkness
As they soon would turn their ships again
Norse soldiers armed with virtue
Hearts of steel, minds filled with dignity
Once they sailed across the open sea
Their eyes glowed with death-joy, and glory