Amon Amarth Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
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 landThunder brakes the silence
Of five hundred men assembled on shore
Gazing through the misty rain
At the mountain not a mile awaySo dark and silent it stands there
The mighty Amon Amarth
Reaching for the cloudcloked skies
So grim and fearful in mightWith the wind in their backs, they start walking

Decisive men of the north
They strive through this darkened land
With only mount doom in their eyes can see
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 beA cry of war emerges
Echoes over the field
Warriors run like wolves up to the slopes
Bodley charging the enemy linesWith weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands
And shields of oakwood and steel
They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw
Intestants cover the fieldThe defenders are weak in this brutal war
The northmen have power and guts
A bloodshed like no one has seen before
None can escape their cutsArrows with fire fly through the air
Torching houses and shields
The Vikings can feel victory is near
As the enemy heedlessly fleesA gust of wind blows in from the north
Clearing the clouds away
As twilight falls and the stars come forth
And the sea wolves return to the bayCorpses 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