One man rode the way through the woods, Down to Asa bay. Where dragon ships had sailed to sea more times that one could say. To see with own eyes the wonder people told of from man to man. The God of all almightyness had arrived from a foreign land.
The rumours told of a man who had come from the other side the sea. Carrying gold cross around neck in chain and spoke in strange tongue of peace. He had come with strange men in armour. Dressed in purple shirts and lace. Smelling not of beer but flowers, and with no hair in face.
And the bold man carrying cross had told all one of Asa bay. The God of all man, woman, child had come to them all save. And to thank Lord of Heaven, One should build to God a house. And to save one's soul from Hell, One should be baptised and say vows.
A man of pride with the Hammer told new God to buld his house on own. And Spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers. Not too long time gone, the rumours said the man with a beard like fire and the Hammer in chain, by men in armour silenced was and by their swords was slained.
Those who did not pay the one coin of four to man of new God. Whipped was times twenty and put in chanins then locked by their neck to the log. And so all of Asa bay did build a house of the cross. Every hour of daylight they did sweat. Limbs ached because faith does cost.
And on the day two hundred. There it stood white to the sky. The house of the God of the cross. Big enough to take two dragon ships inside. And all of Asa bay did watch the wonder raise to the sky. Now must the God of the cross be pleased and satisfied.
Just outside the circle of the crowd, one old man did stand. He looked across the water and blotted the sun out of with one hand. And his old eyes could almost see the dragon ships set sails. And his old ears could almost hear men of great numbers call out Odens heil.
And though he did know already. Though he turned face towards sky and whispered silent words forgoten, spoken only way up high. Now this house of a foreign God does stand. Now must they leave us alone. Still he heard from somewhere in the woods old crow of wisdom say ......people of Asa land, it's only just begun....
Words written by Quorthon/Black Mark 1989