Текст песни AMON AMARTH - Amon Amarth
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Текст песни AMON AMARTH - Amon Amarth
A storm rolls in from the seaCovering the land with black thunder cloudsRain whips the ground at their feetAs they come ashore in this foreign landThunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shoreGazing through the misty rain( )At the mountain not a mile awaySo dark and silent it stands thereThe mighty AMON AMRATHReaching for the cloudcloked skiesSo grim and fearful in mightWith the wind in their backs they start walkingDecisive men of the northThey strive through this darkend landWith only mount doom in their sightThe closer they get to the mountainThe clearer their eyes can seeA forest of one thousand spears awaitingAwaiting the battle that will beA cry of war emergesEchoes over the fieldBoldley charging the enemy linesWith weapons so fearsome and sharp in their handsAnd shields of oakwood and steelThey slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jawIntestants cover the fieldThe defenders are weak in this brutal warThe northmen have power and gutsA bloodshed like no one has seen here beforeNone can escape their cutsArrows with fire fly through the airTouching houses and shieldsThe vikings can feel victory is near