Текст песни Amon Amarth - The Sound of Eight Hooves
Amon Amarth - The Sound of Eight Hooves слова песни
Hes running through woods so blackA loyal servant of christDogs are barking down his backHes running for his lifeHe came with words of love and peaceThese heathens had to be savedHe thought that he could make them seeInstead he was enslavedIn captivity he spoke of godTo all he met he preachedBut when his masters patience ran outHe knew he had to fleeTears are running down his cheeksAs he sobbing realizeThat in this land his God is weakAnd today hes going to dieHe stumbles out onto an open fieldWhere an old oak tree growsIn the branches hang men of threeDressed in preacher robesHis knees refuse to carry him onTerror shines in his eyesHis faith in christ is almost goneHis gods left him to dieBelow the dead he says his prayersTo the God he thought was aliveWhen he hears a calm voice say"shut him up and hang him high"As his breath leaves his eyes open wideA bright light comes from aboveHe greets this light with a smileAnd thinks: "there is a god"The sound of eight hooves reaches his earsComes from the heavenly lightTwo wolves howls fills his heart with fearAnd he sees two ravens flyDown from the sky a warlord ridesLike fire his one eye glowsAnd just before the preacher diesHe knows his God is false