|
Does a man have to fight all his life? |
|
Only in death to take flight to the skies |
|
Warmongers fight to take my throne |
|
No respect is ever shown |
|
To Pope, or Prince, nor man nor beast |
|
And steal our cattle for the feast |
|
No Earthly princeling mind shall take |
|
For scandalous idolatry so fake |
|
All night Raids |
|
They came in their Hordes |
|
Ransacking villagse |
|
Taking the spoils |
|
With nothing to lose |
|
and possessions few |
|
Bold |
|
Sturdy |
|
Fearless and cruel! |
|
Defiant of Baptism on pain of death |
|
Tough measures call for me to be ruthless |
|
To set an example to the rebels |
|
Draconian for their worship of Devils |
|
How many times did I venture forth |
|
To the extreme wilderness of the north? |
|
To subdue those whose hatred was great |
|
Agains churches and priests of out Christian State |
|
Twelve thousand men all dead in one day |
|
They would not recounce the heathen ways |
|
Thirty yeats of campaigning consumed |
|
To subject those Pagans to Christian rule |
|
The Bloody Verdict of Verden |
|
Rives flowing red |
|
With the blood of four thousand men |
|
Rhat I did behead |
|
(I shed Blood of Saxon Men) |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed it at Verden |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of four thousand Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon man! |
|
Shall my realm be taken as I toil? |
|
To force others out of Frankish soil |
|
And I return to learn that all is lost |
|
Yet my companions I trust, the sword and the Cross |
|
Those good industrious Frankish folk |
|
Who toil out lands with Oxen and Yoke |
|
Whilst Lombard, Vulgar and Moorish men dare even glance at them |
|
Converting entire tribes by the sword |
|
In the name of Jesus Christo, Our Lord |
|
On that day in Verden |
|
No mercy given |
|
Victory to the chosen people |
|
Weary grow I of this task which fell |
|
On the shoulders of a man who yearns to spend |
|
But one hour with wife and Child |
|
To gaze on faces innocent and mild |
|
Twelve thousand men all dead in one day |
|
They would not renounce the heathen ways |
|
Thirty years of campaigning consumed |
|
To subject those Pagans to Christian rule |
|
To be of the banner one |
|
And even has been seen |
|
An empire made great by deeds of great kings |
|
(I shed Blood of Saxon Men) |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed it at Verden |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of four thousand Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
|
I shed the Blood of the Saxon man! |
