Текст песни Amon Amarth - Down The Slopes Of Death
Amon Amarth - Down The Slopes Of Death слова песни
Down the slopes of death he ridesThe eight hooves pound like drumsDarkness reigns the crumbling skyInvasion has begunFields of flames greets his eyeHe smells the fear and painOf dying men in agonyIt can drive a man insaneAll enemies flee his spearNo bow nor axe do harmAllfather rides out on fields of fearWhen Heimdal sounds the alarmBut on the field waits his fateForetold in ancient timesA beast with sharp yellow teethAnd hateful burning eyesToday he`ll draw his final breathThe wisest God of allHis son will avenge his deathIormundr`s brother will fallHe knows now what is to comeNo use to try and runWhat is to be, let it be done!What is to be, let it be done!Today he`ll draw his final breathThe wisest God of allHis son will avenge his deathIormundr`s brother will fallDown the slopes of death he ridesThe eight hooves pound like drumsDarkness reigns the crumbling skyInvasion has begunDown the slopes of death he ridesThe eight hooves pound like drumsDarkness reigns the crumbling skyNo more is the sun