Vengeance Part I - the Cause... - Crom

They came down from the northern hills on winters final day

With swords and axes in their hands to take us all away

But from the border fortress build atop a nearby hill

Twenty men came riding (in their eyes the lust to kill)

And at the center of our village, 'neath the ancient hanging tree

The riders met the enemies and it was not a place to be

Soon the first had fallen (red blood covered all the ground)

But the fighting still continued, battlescreams were all around

And when the northmen had turned heels we came to see the bitter cost

That to defend our village many lives of brave men had been lost

So we turned our gazes from the corpses and we went to gather wood

For the pyres of our saviors to be burning well and good

And as the sun was slowly setting blackend smoke rose to the sky

Silence fell in mourning of the ones who had to die

They came down from…