Song | Amon Amarth |
Artist | Amon Amarth |
Album | Once Sent From The Golden Hall |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hegg, Lundstrom, Mikkonen | |
A storm rolls in from the sea | |
Covering the land with black thunder clouds | |
Rain whips the ground at their feet | |
As they come ashore in this foreign land | |
Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore | |
Gazing through the misty rain | |
At the mountain not a mile away | |
So dark and silent it stands there | |
The mighty AMON AMRATH | |
Reaching for the cloudcloked skies | |
So grim and fearful in might | |
With the wind in their backs they start walking | |
Decisive men of the north | |
They strive through this darkend land | |
With only mount doom in their sight | |
The closer they get to the mountain | |
The clearer their eyes can see | |
A forest of one thousand spears awaiting | |
Awaiting the battle that will be | |
A cry of war emerges | |
Echoes over the field | |
Boldley charging the enemy lines | |
With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands | |
And shields of oakwood and steel | |
They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw | |
Intestants cover the field | |
The defenders are weak in this brutal war | |
The northmen have power and guts | |
A bloodshed like no one has seen here before | |
None can escape their cuts | |
Arrows with fire fly through the air | |
Touching houses and shields | |
The vikings can feel victory is near | |
As the enemy headlessly flees | |
A gust of wind blows in from the north | |
Clearing the clouds away | |
As twilight falls and the stars come forth | |
And the seawolves return to the bay | |
Corpses lie scattered all over the field | |
For the ravens to eat as they please | |
The mountain is now left there behind | |
As they sail with the first morning breeze |
zuo ci : Hegg, Lundstrom, Mikkonen | |
A storm rolls in from the sea | |
Covering the land with black thunder clouds | |
Rain whips the ground at their feet | |
As they come ashore in this foreign land | |
Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore | |
Gazing through the misty rain | |
At the mountain not a mile away | |
So dark and silent it stands there | |
The mighty AMON AMRATH | |
Reaching for the cloudcloked skies | |
So grim and fearful in might | |
With the wind in their backs they start walking | |
Decisive men of the north | |
They strive through this darkend land | |
With only mount doom in their sight | |
The closer they get to the mountain | |
The clearer their eyes can see | |
A forest of one thousand spears awaiting | |
Awaiting the battle that will be | |
A cry of war emerges | |
Echoes over the field | |
Boldley charging the enemy lines | |
With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands | |
And shields of oakwood and steel | |
They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw | |
Intestants cover the field | |
The defenders are weak in this brutal war | |
The northmen have power and guts | |
A bloodshed like no one has seen here before | |
None can escape their cuts | |
Arrows with fire fly through the air | |
Touching houses and shields | |
The vikings can feel victory is near | |
As the enemy headlessly flees | |
A gust of wind blows in from the north | |
Clearing the clouds away | |
As twilight falls and the stars come forth | |
And the seawolves return to the bay | |
Corpses lie scattered all over the field | |
For the ravens to eat as they please | |
The mountain is now left there behind | |
As they sail with the first morning breeze |
zuò cí : Hegg, Lundstrom, Mikkonen | |
A storm rolls in from the sea | |
Covering the land with black thunder clouds | |
Rain whips the ground at their feet | |
As they come ashore in this foreign land | |
Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore | |
Gazing through the misty rain | |
At the mountain not a mile away | |
So dark and silent it stands there | |
The mighty AMON AMRATH | |
Reaching for the cloudcloked skies | |
So grim and fearful in might | |
With the wind in their backs they start walking | |
Decisive men of the north | |
They strive through this darkend land | |
With only mount doom in their sight | |
The closer they get to the mountain | |
The clearer their eyes can see | |
A forest of one thousand spears awaiting | |
Awaiting the battle that will be | |
A cry of war emerges | |
Echoes over the field | |
Boldley charging the enemy lines | |
With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands | |
And shields of oakwood and steel | |
They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw | |
Intestants cover the field | |
The defenders are weak in this brutal war | |
The northmen have power and guts | |
A bloodshed like no one has seen here before | |
None can escape their cuts | |
Arrows with fire fly through the air | |
Touching houses and shields | |
The vikings can feel victory is near | |
As the enemy headlessly flees | |
A gust of wind blows in from the north | |
Clearing the clouds away | |
As twilight falls and the stars come forth | |
And the seawolves return to the bay | |
Corpses lie scattered all over the field | |
For the ravens to eat as they please | |
The mountain is now left there behind | |
As they sail with the first morning breeze |