Lord, Deliver Us From The Fury Of The Northmen Poem by Fred Lee Newman, IV

Lord, deliver us from the fury of the Northmen
Who raid England’s coasts and leave naught but ghosts
In the ruined halls where they’ve been;
Who plunder and torch every barn, house, and porch
And spare not a deerhound within;
Who stain the ground red with the blood of the dead –
These heathens hearts blackened with sin,
The sight of whose sails great sorrow entails –
Lord, deliver us from the fury of the Northmen!