Lindisfarne (Angeli Di Pietra)

On a misty winter's morning When all was still Came upon the shores of Albion A plague from the North Death by the sword The unsuspecting villagers Toiled and tussled their daily lives But on wings of pestilence Northmen came to bring demise Riding on through the white valleys Bringing death to all who resists Bringers of death, scavengers of sorrow Order of the axe, murder on the morrow Never to be seen, rumours to be heard Struck upon the shore of this earth Lindisfarne [2x] Soon the dust had settled Bodies littered the streets Church lay in ashes, None were spared On the wild seas Dragonheads they rode Bringing home their hoard The order of the sword Riding on through the white valleys Bringing death to all who resists Bringers of death, scavengers of sorrow Order of the axe, murder on the morrow Never to be seen, rumours to be heard Struck upon the shore of this earth Lindisfarne [2x]