Number of Lyrics in Album : 9
By Amon Amarth, Thunder rolls across the plains
Thor rides in pouring rain
By Amon Amarth, Raise your swords up high
See the black birds fly
By Amon Amarth, Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead
It
By Amon Amarth, Hermod:
"Ride, Sleipner!
Ride for all you're worth
Faster than
By Amon Amarth, Ships are prepared
Weapons and shields
Sails were raised
We're
By Amon Amarth, We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in
By Amon Amarth, The icy winter is creeping near
Dark skies above us
By Amon Amarth, Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and
By Amon Amarth, Finally the storm arrives
Our wait is at an end
