Interpret:

Amon Amarth

Album:

Once Sent From The Golden Hall

Ten heavy feet
Walk the bloodsoiled ground
With rhythm these
Five warriors march


No matter how much
The bleeding wounds
From enemy swordcuts
Hurt to the bone


The revenge they sought
Was taken in blood
No mercy was showed
No mercy was showed


They ignore the pain
That hammerlike pounds
From falls, off slain horses,
To the ground


No signs of weakness
No signs of weariness
Not even a glimpse
Of remorse in their eyes


They slew men ruthless
Fed the wolves with flesh
And now they leave
This land side by side


Now they're headed home
Five swordsmen who fought repentlessly
Their story will be told
Of five brave men endlessly


All sorrow is left
For the women to bare
The children cries
They live in fear


No man was spared
No house or farm remains
No christian woman unraped
Their church consumed by flames


Their steel shines red
With enemy blood
It sings of victory
Granted by the Gods
And as they return
Bleeding but proud
The horizon burns
And the song is ringing loud