Amon Amarth - Amon amarth
A storm rolls in from the sea Covering the land with black thunder clouds Rain whips the ground at the ir feet As the y come ashore in this foreign land
Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore Gazing through the misty rain At the mountain not a mile away So dark and silent it stands the re The mighty AMON AMRATH Reaching for the cloudcloked skies So grim and fearful in might
With the wind in the ir backs the y start walking Decisive men of the north They strive through this darkend land With only mount doom in the ir sight The closer the y get to the mountain The clearer the ir eyes can see A forest of one thousand spears awaiting Awaiting the battle that will be
A cry of war emerges Echoes over the field Boldley charging the enemy lines
With weapons so fearsome and sharp in the ir hands And shields of oakwood and steel They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw Intestants cover the field
The defenders are weak in this brutal war The northmen have power and guts A bloodshed like no one has seen here before None can escape the ir cuts
Arrows with fire fly through the air Touching houses and shields The vikings can feel victory is near As the enemy headlessly flees
A gust of wind blows in from the north Clearing the clouds away As twilight falls and the stars come forth And the seawolves return to the bay
Corpses lie scattered all over the field For the ravens to eat as the y please The mountain is now left the re behind As the y sail with the first morning breeze
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