Tekster:
Amon Amarth Versus The World

soon the world will cease to be Across the western sky he runs A wolf so grim and mean Devours the eternal sun And soon the world will cease to be

Midgard's cold and hatred reigns hunger and disease Fenris is set free again, chaos is unleashed The storm of death sweeps the shores Famine sweep the

Down the slopes of death he rides The eight hooves pound like drums Darkness reigns the crumbling sky Invasion has begun Fields of flames greets his

rule the world Surtur is risen, Surtur is here Repent yourself, he'll rule the world Rule the world Surtur is risen, Surtur is here Repent yourself, he'll rule the world

Youve seen life through distorted eyes You know you had to learn The execution of your mind You really had to turn The race is run the book is read The

A battle on distant shore Seawolves warth sweep the land Down from the skies valkyries ride And walk the field halowed by tyr The fight is hard, axes

The icy wind Pierces the skin of waiting warriors Like spears Will pierce their bodies in battle Frosted Beards on pale grey faces Eyes of death Are

bled But we always made it through Vs the world This may be our last quest Before we're put to rest The end is coming soon Vs the world Warriors of

The last head falls to the ground No one is left alive They thought that they could take me down But it's not my time to die I wipe the blood from my