Amon Amarth - Prediction Of Warfare скачать mp3

Ships were prepared Weapons and shields Sails were raised We're heading out to sea! Norway just a bed in the east Our journey had begun Helpfull winds gave us our speed Under a warming sun Heading to the emerald land A fleet of 50 ships A army of 2000 men, led by the king Army arising, dark and ferous Horror across the black roads As the night rolled in over us We felt the wrath of the storm That night I was haunted by dreams An omen, of what was to come The serpent arose from the sea Ready to strike With hammer in hand The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage! Fought for its live The serpent escaped Thor was in rage ..My dreams began to fade.. [solo of some sort] Awoke of my dreams Sword in my hand The break of dawn Closing in on Irish land Time to attack Grabbed our shields We came ashore And saw the waiting horde The fight was short and deadly intense The Irish fought us well But as we gained the upperhand Their fighting spirit dwelled Ready to strike With swords in our hands The struggle with heart The Irish fell to our wrath Fought for his live The king escaped With fury divine King Olav threw his sword