Tekster:
Amon Amarth Once Sent From The Golden Hall

As they caress them with cold steel They are the punishers And they will never bend They are power the five of them From Asgard they are sent The power

While his skin turns pale as snow Butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms Slewn by the men of the single God Hatred burns in my chest Rain falls, from

son. a tear rolls from his eye. They set sail with the first morning rays. heading for glorious wars. and as the five ships steer out from the bay. their

I see, without fear my destiny As the raging skies begins to fade Pouring rain licks my wounds As my blood flows from my torn flesh! As I die I hold

to Hel's dark court To never come back again The warriors ride once more To the mountain from which they came Once sent by the Gods to war And they

While his skin turns pale as snow Butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms Slewn by the men of the single god Hatred burns in my chest Rain falls from

With his strong hands Across the waves our seasnakes fly Carried like ravens in the sky By heavens breath on wings of death Blood will run red As we sever bodies from

: 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

: I see Without fear my destiny As the raging skies begins to fade Pouring rain Licks mu wounds as my blood flows From my torn flesh! As I die I hold