Текст песни Amon Amarth - Under The Grayclouded Winter Sky
Amon Amarth - Under The Grayclouded Winter Sky слова песни
Gray cloudsCover the winter skyCold snowFalls like autumn leaves to the groundThe icy windPierces the skin of waiting warriorsLike spearsWill pierce their bodies in battleFrostedBeards on pale grey facesEyes of deathAre burning with rageGlancing acrossThe fields of tyrIn the earlyMorning lightWarcries break the silent waitCharging warriors rush to killSwords are swung in the airThe gods of war are calledVikings with fire in soulClash in the open fieldSlaying with powerful strokesThe snow is turning redHooves gallop the plainsWarlords on horsebacksRide into battleWith a thunderous roarThe stormwind of deathBlows across the fieldSweeping with itEveryone in its waySo the battle settlesAlone stands just one manUnder the graycloudedWinter skyAlone