Lindisfarne کے بول

Black the ravens, far horizon Me in in armour are standing tight Cloaked in silence, whispering morning To the shores they are out for a fight Darkest creatures from the oceans They call us when they're filled with fear When the bell tolls for one last time They know that the end is near Notherns sons with a burning heart Set the shores in flames Ooooh Through the veil of the weeping mist Cuts the sound of the creatures from hell Notherns sons with a fiery heart Set the shores in flames Ooooh Hungry throats calling odin's name Prowling for honor and fame. Monks have been slaughtered forsaken by their God The blades of our swords satined in red The chapel is burned the riches are plundered For this time our dragon is fed.