Much may change in the life of a man Now I will sing of how the war first began How these dark days of doom became mine It was the year Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes Holding high the old way Warriors waging Into the storm On wings of dragons Fame and fortune Into the storm Into the storm Into the storm From the old land in east we had word Of how the Earl had fallen and then we heard That he dies he who dare disobey When this new king imposes the eastern way When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes A storm has begun by my magic command And my runes in the sand will deny them land You may die on our feet or you live on our knees When the raven is fed time will come for peace When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes