The original song and the tune this song is meant to be sang: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8kgIkwhsYQ



i've been many churches!
I've traveled round the world
Always on the search for something to doom
But what does it matter
When all the pagans I've crossed
Always seem to lead back to brothers.

Old familiar faces
Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the Crete
Cobblestones and lanterns
Lining every street
Calling me to come home again!

Stabbing pagans in the moonlight
Killing the in the rain
Oh its good to kill them again
Burning them in sunlight
Torture them down the lane
Oh its good to kill pagans again.

When you play with fire
Sometimes you get burned
It happens when you take a chance or two
But time is never wasted
When you've practiced faith
And in time it all comes back to you!

Old familiar faces
Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the Crete
Cobblestones and lanterns
Lining every street
Calling me to come home again!

Stab the pagans in moonlight
Kill them in the rain
Oh its good to kill pagans again
Burning them in sunlight
Tortute down the lane
Oh its good to Convert them again

And when I got bloodlust
Id take my sword and shield
Anger invading my mind
All those pagans i'd killed
The ones Id loved the worst
Were the things that Id left behind.

Old familiar faces
Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the Crete
Cobblestones and lanterns
Lining every street
Calling me to come home again!

Stab the pagans in moonlight
Murder them in rain
Oh its good to kill those again
Burning them in sunlight
Torture down the lane
Oh its good to Convert them again

Stab the pagans in moonlight
Murder them in rain
Oh its good to Convert them again
Burning them in sunlight
Torture down the lane
Oh its good to kill them again!

I have nothing to say else than you are nothing but an cruel and ignorant christian of those many others who condemn what they do not understand. You may think that you are on the good side but I don't think that those are the good ones who are amongst those ignorant and cruel.

"What can I say? The ballad (especially the original one) is superb! says Marcus with Scottish accent after listen it.
"Maybe it's the whiskey who helped me to appreciate?"

Skåda, Där ser jag min fader
Skåda, Där ser jag, min mor, min syster och min broder
Skåda, Där ser jag Blodslinjen av mitt folk Tillbaka till begynnelsen
Skåda, Dom kallar på mig
Dom bjuder mig till att ta min plats ibland dom I Valhallas salar
Där dom modiga må leva förevigt


(the death prayer from " the 13`th warrior" )

Behold, there I see my father.
Behold, there I see, my mother, my sister and my brother.
Behold, there I see the bloodline of my people (kin/house) back to the beginning.
Behold, they call on me.
They welcome me to take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla.
Where the brave may live forever.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQgnL5gU96Y