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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