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Ich hab mal ein paar Verbesserungsvorschläge in rot reingemacht. Mittendrin wechselst du in die Vergangenheit und wieder zurück, sodass es wenig Sinn macht. So müsste es inhaltlich passen:
Frozen_Moon„Celtic Wintermoon“
(Copyright by: Count Shadow and Agilma)
In this day and age the vikings are living usual
(They are) drinking, playing and laughing
(They) heard stories about knights of the cross
With white armour and long swordsTorkil in his cottage in the afternoon
(is) praying to the almighy alfather Oden
May their axes be blessed by Oden’s wrath
The knights of the cross are on their way(The) Vikings of the village knew this day would come
The rumors are true and the army of the cross
is moving over the area of Oden’s land
Snowy mountians are strange to the knightsAnother village on their way
They are holding the flag with a cross on it
Killing every resident, one by one
brutal massacre in the name of godSilent atmosphere in the village
Torkil stays at the wooden walls with his bow
(The) Women are staying in their cottages
praying to the alfather to win this battleThousands of white knights are at the gate
Carrying torches in their hands
And so Erik is calling his friends to battle
The christs are drawing their swordsMany arrows are flying to the side of the christs
Some white knights were hit and hurt
But the christs are too strong…
and are burning the wall downWithout mercy they are running into the village
and murder the women and the children
Erik is coming from his throne
and sees the many christs in the townHe draws his sword and runs after the mass
With the call to the battle he kills some christs
Until the night they are fighting
Then Torkil is stabbed by a general of the crossErik falls to the ground and cries
A strong friend which was ever at his side
Full with hate he takes revenge
(and) so many white christs get killedThe Knights of the Cross are burning down their village
Many fires in the sky
The wind of Oden’s soul blows upon the land
and the children of Oden hear a voice far away in the mountains…
„…Don’t fear the new age, a new time is born…“The christs build many houses for their god
They have conquered a new land
But a few pagan warriors with a sword of steel,
a axe of fury, their pagan belief and Oden’s wisdom
live under the christs…Wait, you christs… until we return
The almighty Celtic Wintermoon is watching you
and one day…
It will take revenge.
Hail the Celtic Wintermoon!