lindisfarne

793 at the northumbrian shore, dreadfull omens shake the lande, mighty messangers have come from above, awful signs they shalle presente, thunderstorms, lighting comes down, fiery dragons ride the sky, a famine hath followed these tokens of hell, starvation now overtakes man's life, fallow's moon hath left the saintly shore, holy island ends the nighte, northern dragons have crossed the ocean's horizon, red white sails appeare in sighte, highe swung stems are breaking the waves, behold! ship made of oak drawing near, beastly howlings are reaching the isle, what strange horde hath broughte the sea, lindisfarne - the priests are overrun, lindisfarne - calamity hath come, shores are laid waste, saints to overtake, the storme of the northe hath begun, at lindisfarne, storming on the lande, tearing their clothes off their backs, chasing these weaklings away, some shalle be struck, some shalle be drowned, others shalle be laid in chains, st. cuthbert's cross, their treasure of stone, knocked down their idol shalle be, his holy church, a sacred place, spattered and soiled withe the bloode of the priests, plundered the chapels shalle be, the cloister is sacked, the altar is destroyed, precious stone, noble jewels and gold, now their holy treasures are on board, lindisfarne - the priests are overrun, lindisfarne - calamity hath come, shores are laid waste, saints to overtake, the storme of the northe hath begun, at lindisfarne, lo, it is nearly 350 years that we and our fathers, have inhabited this lovely land, and never before, has such terror appeared in britain as this we now, suffered from a pagan race. they stepped on holy places with uncleaned feet, dug up the altars and plundered all the treasures in the holy curch. what should be expected for other places, when the divine judgement has not spared this holy place?, thy ravens up highe, one-eyed father, accept our offering, let us not return without wealth and pride, be our guidance on the stormy sea, lindisfarne - the priests are overrun, lindisfarne - calamity hath come, shores are laid waste, saints to overtake, the storme of the northe hath begun, at lindisfarne, "a furore normannorum libera nos, domine!"