Amon Amarth Lyrics - Once Sent From The Golden Hall - Amon Amarth

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 

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 cloud cloaked skies 

So grim and fearful in might 

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 

A cry of war emerges 

Echoes over the field 

Warriors riding like wolves of the snow 

Boldly charging the enemy lines 

With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands 

And shields of oak wood 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 headlessly flees 

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 pick as they please 

The mountain is now left there behind 

As they sail with the first morning breeze