Текст песни Seyminhol - A Furore Normannorum

Christian:
Oh lord bless our holy land
De profundis Clamavi
Lord protect us from darkness
Give us a touch of light...

Thorgis:
I'm the fallen angel and I am watching you
Evil incarnated that persecutes you
You must adjure your faith, oh Christ's adorer
I'm the creeping plague, the true redeemer
Everywhere I go, I'll hasten to stain the holy land

Choir:
Cur aeque
Liceat videre
Quae facere
Flagitium est

Thorgis:
Sole my memory will remain
Under the sign of the red mark
Where is your lord, the almighty
You're a soul-errant in the dark…

Christians:
We pray god for his highness
By his hand we'll vanquish
We pray god for his goodness
He's able to stop our anguish

Christian:
A furore normannorum
Libera nos domine
Oh heaven's king

Christian:
A bloody curse unfurls over our monastery
Is there anything to do? No sermon, no prayer
The plague of the north pulls down on our community
Where is our salvation? Where is the saviour?

Thorgis:
I'm the flail of god, the pagan priest
I impersonate hate, the human beast
Time has come to profane your holy place
All your crosses will burn by the fire of my race
On my own worship's altar
I'll immolate your bishops and your stray sheeps

Christians:
We will beseech god for his mercy, cause in god we trust
We will praise god for his kindness and a messiah he will send us