Interpret:

Amon Amarth

Album:

Once Sent From The Golden Hall

Salt water licks my face
and wind fills the sail
We head for wars on distant shores


My friends are all with me
And so they'll always be
We'll never bend untill the end


We cross the open waves
On course to far off lands
Thor guides our ships
With his strong hands


Across the waves our seasnakes fly
Carried like ravens in the sky
By heavens breath on wings of death


Blood will run red
As we sever bodies from their heads
We maim and kill by pure will


We hail our Gods
Sacrifice in blood
Our altar is the battlefields


Death is something we don't fear
Though it's always near
Ygg brings us home when time has come


We are five of us
Friends of the suncross
Strong and brave to the grave!