Interpret:

Amon Amarth

Album:

The Crusher

He's running through the woods so black 
A loyal servant of Christ 
Dogs are barking down his back 
He's running for his life 


He came with words of love and peace 
These heathens had to be saved 
He thought that he could make them see 
Instead he was enslaved 


In captivity he spoke of god 
To all he met he preached 
But when his master's patience ran out 
He knew he had to flee 


Tears are running down his cheeks 
As he sobbing realizes 
That in this land his god is weak 
And today he's going to die 


He stumbles out onto an open field 
Where an old oak tree grows 
In the branches hang men of three 
Dressed in preacher robes 


His knees refuse to carry him on 
Terror shines in his eyes 
His faith in Christ is almost gone 
His god's left him to die 
Below the dead he says his prayers 
To the god he thought was alive 
When he hears a calm voice say: 
"SHUT HIM UP AND HANG HIM HIGH!" 


As his breath leaves his eyes open wide 
A bright light comes from above 
He greets this light with a smile 
And thinks: "There is a God"


The sound of eight hooves reaches his ears 
Comes from the heavenly light 
Two wolves' howls fill his heart with fear 
And he sees two ravens fly 
Down from the sky a warlord rides 
Like fire his one eye glows 
And just before the preacher dies 
He knows his god is false