One thousand years agoThe christians were marching up northTo christanize the pagansTo kill those who refused christThe headman of one villageWas a great man named njalHe had sworn an oath to theMightiest of his godsOdin was thy nameOn sleipner he rodeBut the crusade was coming nearerAnd the people, they ran in fearBecause oo many brave men was fallenFor the christians were far too manyAnd one day in the villageMen came with drawn swordsThe commander of the crusade:"Do you accept white-christ?Do not refuse, we'll burn your village!We will kill your sonsWe will rape your women!So... do you accept the bapizing,In the name of my god, and his holySon, white-christ?"Njal:"Who is this white-christ?In the name of odin:I will challenge him!"The commander of the crusade:"Then die fool..."Njal:"So pull your swords my men!For odin and thor we will gain!We will fight to the last breath!For odin we'll stab you to death!"Swords crossed, the blood were floweingAs the battle ragedThe pagan men were fighting willBut they were far roo fewThe crusaders were bathing in bloodFor white-christ they killed, raped and burnedAnd on the ground lied njalHis guts and blood were wide spreadThe village lies now in ruinsBut he prefered this before submissionAnother day, another timeThe ancient gods of the northWill seek revenge against christAnd those thousand slained shall be avenged...