Interpret:

Amon Amarth

Album:

The Crusher

Death is drawing near 
I know it's true but I have no fear 
I know I can't escape my: 


FATE! Turns it's deadly wheel 
Judgement day is closing in but still I cannot feel: 


REMORSE! Is for the weak 
I stand silent while they speak, their accusations are all: 


LIES! Spread by preaching men 
I'm on trial for being who I am 
And praising the Gods of my native land 


I will stand firm, I refuse to kneel 
The fury in me is divine 
My dark grave awaits, my fate is revealed 
But I'm not afraid to die 


Death! The day to die is here 
The sun rides high on the northern sphere 
And the executioner sharpens his: 


Axe! Shines in the sun 
I smile when they tie me down 
And hear the sound of the falling blade 
Death! Sweet death, relieve me from this world 
Death! Sweet death, relieve me, relieve: 


So death finally came to him 
The pagan man could not be turned 
He faced death with a grin 
Now his head rests in the dust 


The proud man stood firm, he refused to kneel 
The fury in him was divine 
Now he is dead, his fate has been sealed 
He's brought to Golden Hall up high