the weaving Norns sing The fate of Norns await us all There is no way to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hel's gate The fate of Norns
the weaving norns sing The fate of Norns await us all There is no way to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hel's gate The fate of Norns
Oversættelse: Amon Amarth. Skæbne norner.
: "Dar tog en nordlig vind skeppet, sa att kungen ombord fordes med till strid mot tva kungar De djarva kungarna Halsade med pilskott Ordlost i striden
will be spawned Scattered fires glow Soon first blood will be drawn And dying ambers glow They await the suns first rays Anticipation running high The Norns
: "Through a dark and desolate valley he walks Pale, flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest grey
: A mighty fleet came across the strait But Erik was prepared Five hundred Germans had come to his aid On horseback with their spears The fleet was
will learn the meaning of pain As subject to my endless wrath He will be the first to pay For the bragging words he spoke He'll regret that fateful day
: They came riding at first light Fifty men armed to the teeth The sounding horn called us out to fight We went to meet them in the fields Outnumbered
For riches in the east Some of us won't return But that won't bring us down Our fate is written in the web Woven by the Norns A ram is sacrificed Across
They came riding at first light Fifty men armed to the teeth The sounding horn called us out to fight We went to meet them in the fields Outnumbered
He will learn the meaning of pain As subject to my endless wrath He will be the first to pay For the bragging words he spoke He'll regret that fateful
A mighty fleet came across the strait But Erik was prepared Five hundred Germans had come to his aid On horseback with their spears The fleet was carrying
hear the weaving norns sing The fate of Norns await us all There is no way to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hel's gate The fate of Norns
homes For riches in the east Some of us won't return But that won't bring us down Our fate is written in the web Woven by the Norns A ram is sacrificed
"Through a dark and desolate valley he walks Pale, flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest grey A
"Dar tog en nordlig vind skeppet, sa att kungen ombord fordes med till strid mot tva kungar De djarva kungarna Halsade med pilskott Ordlost i striden