Interpret:

Amon Amarth

Album:

Sorrow Throughout The Nine Worlds

A battle on a distant shore
Seawolves' wrath sweeps the land
Down from the sky Valkyries ride
And walk the field, hallowed by Tyr


The fight is hard, axes swung
Swords bite sharp, men are slain
The ground turns red, blood-soaked field
Dead man's last bed and Oden sees


Vikings fall, in blood they lie
The web of Norns
They've met their fate
With shield and sword
They're brought in pride
To mighty doors of the Speargod's hall


The gates open and into the hall of braves
They silently walk
The one-eyed sits in glory might
Raises his cup and says:


Pl vida faltet
Harman svingat
Det blankat svardet
Oeh banen mott
Till den hoges sal
De i ara forts
Oeh vid mjodet hor
Oden kvada


Dawn breaks. The Einherjer goes to
Relive their last fight
With passion, swords held high
As they ride in the morning mist


The sun warms the air
War cries sound
Tor Hjelpe!
The battle begins


Charging horses with fire in breath
Rush to battle - in glory die!


Swords sing in joy
Again they cut
With shining edges
Blood-stained steel


Axes shine, again they're swung
Ripping flesh - death be done


The cold night comes
With charging darkness
To Oden's hall
The Einherjer return


A feast awaits until the next day
When warriors' eyes again shall burn