(The Saga Of King Olaf Trygvason) On the blackened eve of destruction A king arises with the Promise of light But the Jarls who held him high Were soon to see that they followed a lie Wise magicians and healing women Put to the stake by royal hands Baptized they would not be And so in flames their life did end Odin thy face It fades in the blood The heathen oaks burned It's the end of a god Blood rains from the sky Love is just a Christian lullaby I can't believe I'd rather die Blood rains from the sky Preaching love while tortured victims cry I won't believe I'd rather die Bondes who would not dip in the water At the Althing he had put them dead A royal smile a lie on the lips Believe in Christ or drink burning lead Raud a mighty Jarl on the isle He was taken at night And tried to a stake His house on flames Yet he would not fold his hands Condemned to death He had to swallow a snake Odin thy face It fades in the blood The heathen oaks burned It's the end of a god Blood rains from the sky Love is just a Christian lullaby I can't believe I'd rather die Blood rains from the sky Preaching love while tortured victims cry I won't believe I'd rather die