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By Amon Amarth, Wrath, hate, pain and death
The code we live by
It's in
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By Amon Amarth, I'm out of breath
And all my muscles ache
It feels like
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By Amon Amarth, Above my heads mighty men battle
Flashing blades rip through the
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By Amon Amarth, It’s five years since I left this land
Since I left
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By Amon Amarth, Rumbling thunder cracks the sky
And rain starts pouring down
Lightning strikes
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By Amon Amarth, Ships are prepared
Weapons and shields
Sails were raised
We're
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By Amon Amarth, He's riding down 'cross a field but nothing is the
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By Amon Amarth, As His Life's blood leaving
I hold my son, my
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By Amon Amarth, Men will fight and men will die
Wars will be
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By Amon Amarth, We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in
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By Amon Amarth, Zehn schwere Stiefel
über Grund blutgetränkt
Im Gleichschritt marschieren
Diese
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By Amon Amarth, (Balder) Nightmares
Demons haunt my taunted mind
I'm scared
My death's forseen ungloryful
Plase
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By Amon Amarth, There comes Lopt, the treacherous
Lusting for revenge
He leads the legions
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By Amon Amarth, The bleak fimbul winter arrived
Raging across the world
With a fury
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By Amon Amarth, A mighty fleet came across the strait
But Erik was prepared
Five
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By Amon Amarth, Alone he stands in the doorway
His family still asleep
Gazing at
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By Amon Amarth, Once I was - Now I am no more
A burst
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By Amon Amarth, I feel a chill in my heart
Like lingering winter cold
I
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By Amon Amarth, The blade I swing
Is black as night
Black as my soulless
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By Amon Amarth, We storm ahead with swords'n shields
For victory we ride
We fight
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By Amon Amarth, A battle on a distant shore
Seawolves' wrath sweeps the land
Down
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By Amon Amarth, The warming sun returns again
And melts away the snow
The sea
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By Amon Amarth, He's running through the woods so black
A loyal servant of
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By Amon Amarth, He hung on the windswept world tree
Whose roots no one
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By Amon Amarth, There is Fenris' grim
His jaws are open wide
The serpent rises
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By Amon Amarth, Grey clouds - cover the winter sky
Cold snow - falls
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By Amon Amarth, The icy winter is creeping near
Dark skies above us
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By Amon Amarth, Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and
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By Amon Amarth, Soon a new day will be spawned
Scattered fires glow
Soon first
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By Amon Amarth, Miklagaard has been our home
For twenty years or more
We've lent
