Lindisfarne

793 at the northumbrian shore
Dreadfull omens shake the lande
Mighty messangers have come from above
Awful signs they shalle presente
Thunderstorms, lighting comes down
Fiery dragons ride the sky
A famine hath followed these tokens of hell
Starvation now overtakes man’s life
Fallow’s moon hath left the saintly shore
Holy island ends the nighte
Northern dragons have crossed the ocean’s horizon
Red white sails appeare in sighte
Highe swung stems are breaking the waves
Behold! Ship made of oak drawing near
Beastly howlings are reaching the isle
What strange horde hath broughte the sea
Lindisfarne — The priests are overrun
Lindisfarne — Calamity hath come
Shores are laid waste, saints to overtake
The storme of the northe hath begun
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