Amon Amarth (Live)

A storm rolls in from the sea
 Covering the land with black thunder clouds
 Rain whips the ground at their feet
 As they come ashore in this foreign land
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 Thunder breaks 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 there
 The mighty AMON AMARTH
 Reaching for the cloudcloked sky
 So grim and fearful in might
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 With the wind in their backs they start walking
 Decisive men of the north
 They stride through this darkened land
 With only mount doom in their sight
 The closer they get to the mountain
 The clearer their eyes can see
 A forest of one thousand spears awaiting
 Awaiting the battle that will be
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 A cry of war emerges
 Echoes over the field
 Warriors run like wolves up the slopes
 Boldly charging the enemy lines
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 With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands
 And shields of oakwood and steel
 They slit open stomachs and split skulls to the jaw
 Intestines 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 their cuts
 Arrows with fire fly through the air
 Torching houses and shields
 The vikings can feel victory is near
 As the enemy head-lessly flees
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 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 they please
 The mountain is now left there behind
 As they sail with the first morning breeze