Amon Amarth
An Ancient Sign Of Coming Storm
'Der tog en nordlig vindskeppet, so att kungenombord fardes medtill strid mot tvo kungarDe djerva kungarnaHelsade med pilskottOrdlast I striden.Skaldarnas buller reckte.'
Blood red bows plough the wavesDragon heads grinTwenty ships with Norsemen bravesRiding the northern wind
They left their shores at early dawnAs a red sun was rising in the eastAn ancient sign of coming stormThunder of sword and shield
Sails appear in the southNow every man prepareThe sea will be colored by bloodBattle is drawing near
A mighty fleet of forty shipsTwo kings bring lethal steelNo words spoken between enemiesJust thunder of sword and shield
A rain of arrows darkens the sunA cloud of wood and steelThrough shields and flesh arrows runBringing warriors to their knees
A war-cry loud as heimdal's hornFills the vibrating airHere is where heroes are bornAnd where death is always near
Here it comes the mighty stormEvery man attacksNow is when heroes are bornThere is no turning back
Blood red bows plough the wavesDragon heads grinTwenty ships with Norsemen bravesRiding the northern wind
They left their shores at early dawnAs a red sun was rising in the eastAn ancient sign of coming stormThunder of sword and shield
Sails appear in the southNow every man prepareThe sea will be colored by bloodBattle is drawing near
A mighty fleet of forty shipsTwo kings bring lethal steelNo words spoken between enemiesJust thunder of sword and shield
A rain of arrows darkens the sunA cloud of wood and steelThrough shields and flesh arrows runBringing warriors to their knees
A war-cry loud as heimdal's hornFills the vibrating airHere is where heroes are bornAnd where death is always near
Here it comes the mighty stormEvery man attacksNow is when heroes are bornThere is no turning back
