Amon Amarth
Annihilation Of Hammerfest
All is lost and foreign kingsRule the northern realmsHammerfest, the last outpostHas fallen to unbearded men
Lords of the bloody crossDeceived or murdered all of true faithNow the temple of Thor, where Mjolner is keptIs under siege
They fear the power of MjolnerThe hammer of ThorAnd all their efforts to destroy it have failed
From deep within the frozen groundComes a rumbling soundRavens fly and wild wolves howlSending shivers down christians' spines
As if from nowhereDark and grim he appearsThe warlord of the Gods comes with forceTo retrieve The Crusher
The first man died with a gurgling sighWhen his head was crushedPainful surprise in his eyesAs his life was snuffed
With raw and brutal forceThe warlord breaks the temple doorsThe weak back off in fearOn the altar it lies, he lifts the hammer highAnd before it he swears:
'Allvise Ygg, Maktige HarjafaderGuda av Asars och vaners attHor mina ord, nar som jag svarAtt om tusen vintrar ater ta var ratt?
While he speaky his prayerMjolner rests in the airAs if holding breath
Frozen by fearThey gathered stand and stareAnd what they see is death
A laughing cry fill the shivering nightHe lets the hammer strikeA bolt of lightning brightRips the darkened skyFire of doom - Ignite!
Lords of the bloody crossDeceived or murdered all of true faithNow the temple of Thor, where Mjolner is keptIs under siege
They fear the power of MjolnerThe hammer of ThorAnd all their efforts to destroy it have failed
From deep within the frozen groundComes a rumbling soundRavens fly and wild wolves howlSending shivers down christians' spines
As if from nowhereDark and grim he appearsThe warlord of the Gods comes with forceTo retrieve The Crusher
The first man died with a gurgling sighWhen his head was crushedPainful surprise in his eyesAs his life was snuffed
With raw and brutal forceThe warlord breaks the temple doorsThe weak back off in fearOn the altar it lies, he lifts the hammer highAnd before it he swears:
'Allvise Ygg, Maktige HarjafaderGuda av Asars och vaners attHor mina ord, nar som jag svarAtt om tusen vintrar ater ta var ratt?
While he speaky his prayerMjolner rests in the airAs if holding breath
Frozen by fearThey gathered stand and stareAnd what they see is death
A laughing cry fill the shivering nightHe lets the hammer strikeA bolt of lightning brightRips the darkened skyFire of doom - Ignite!
