Heathen's lament

And we march on through the frigid night,
In the shadow of our forefathers
We brave the winter's might
Soldiering across this barren
Land to where we'll join our kin

And resist the invading warriors
Of christendom who're threatening
To destroy our very way of life
Lay siege to the cross
Don't let them gain upon your ground
Fight to defend your clan
Cut every last one of them down

...Before they kill us all
And put our women and children
To their swords and burning stakes
And raze our temples and destroy our lore, our tales of old
Traditions handed down for eons, from the bards, we're told
We must not let this be our fate