Ophidian Forest - Thor Rides Over Dokkum lyrics

672, near Exeter That's where Winfreth was born To sail the Frisian sea To know the taste of scorn A mission for the Pope and thus He became Bonifatius Converting minds of the pagans Demolishing their influence Of Jesus Christ a pilgrim On his doomed path of the Cross Attempts he made to doing well Would gain him the ultimate loss He'd tear down holy oaks of Thor To grow as churches 'fore their eyes He'd say the pagan gods were dead: "No lightning from the skies" In 754 His end was coming near Pursued by men in hostile swamps His horse sank drowned in fear Forsaken missionary man Who hid behind his holy book With which he shielded his old flesh 'Gainst mighty blows of swords he took A Frisian retribution The blood of the blasphemer shed The hammer of Thor's wrath came down On Bonifatius's head