| Song | The Mighty Doors of the Speargod's Hall |
| Artist | Amon Amarth |
| Album | Sorrow Throughout the Nine Worlds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Amon Amarth | |
| A battle on distant shore | |
| Seawolves warth sweep the land | |
| Down from the skies | |
| Valkyries ride | |
| And walk the field halowed by | |
| Tyr The fight is hard, axes are swung | |
| Swords bite sharp, men are slewn | |
| The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field | |
| Dead man's last bed and | |
| Odin sees | |
| Vikings fall, in blood they lie | |
| The webs of | |
| Norn's, they've met their fate | |
| With shield and sword they've benn brought in pride | |
| To the mighty doors of the | |
| Speargod's hall | |
| The gates open and into the hall of braves | |
| The silently walk | |
| The one-eyed sits in glory mighty | |
| Raises his cup and says: "Pa Vida Fдltet Hдrmдn Svingat Det Blanket Svдrdet Och Banen Mцtt Till Den Hцges Sal de I Дra Fцrts Och Vid Mjцdet Hцr Odin Kvдda" | |
| Dawn breaks, the | |
| Einherjer go to | |
| Relive their fight | |
| With passion swords held high | |
| As they ride in the morning mist | |
| The sun warms the air, | |
| Warcries sound | |
| Tor Hjelpe! | |
| The battle begins | |
| Charging horses with fire breath | |
| Rush to battle, in glory die! | |
| Swords sing in joy, again they cut | |
| With shining edges, bloodstained steel | |
| Axes shine, again they've been swung | |
| Ripping flesh, death be done | |
| And the cold night comes with charging darkness | |
| To Odin's hall the | |
| Einherjer return | |
| A feast awaits, until the next day | |
| When warriors eyes again shall burn |
| zuo ci : Amon Amarth | |
| A battle on distant shore | |
| Seawolves warth sweep the land | |
| Down from the skies | |
| Valkyries ride | |
| And walk the field halowed by | |
| Tyr The fight is hard, axes are swung | |
| Swords bite sharp, men are slewn | |
| The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field | |
| Dead man' s last bed and | |
| Odin sees | |
| Vikings fall, in blood they lie | |
| The webs of | |
| Norn' s, they' ve met their fate | |
| With shield and sword they' ve benn brought in pride | |
| To the mighty doors of the | |
| Speargod' s hall | |
| The gates open and into the hall of braves | |
| The silently walk | |
| The oneeyed sits in glory mighty | |
| Raises his cup and says: " Pa Vida F ltet H rm n Svingat Det Blanket Sv rdet Och Banen M tt Till Den H ges Sal de I ra F rts Och Vid Mj det H r Odin Kv da" | |
| Dawn breaks, the | |
| Einherjer go to | |
| Relive their fight | |
| With passion swords held high | |
| As they ride in the morning mist | |
| The sun warms the air, | |
| Warcries sound | |
| Tor Hjelpe! | |
| The battle begins | |
| Charging horses with fire breath | |
| Rush to battle, in glory die! | |
| Swords sing in joy, again they cut | |
| With shining edges, bloodstained steel | |
| Axes shine, again they' ve been swung | |
| Ripping flesh, death be done | |
| And the cold night comes with charging darkness | |
| To Odin' s hall the | |
| Einherjer return | |
| A feast awaits, until the next day | |
| When warriors eyes again shall burn |
| zuò cí : Amon Amarth | |
| A battle on distant shore | |
| Seawolves warth sweep the land | |
| Down from the skies | |
| Valkyries ride | |
| And walk the field halowed by | |
| Tyr The fight is hard, axes are swung | |
| Swords bite sharp, men are slewn | |
| The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field | |
| Dead man' s last bed and | |
| Odin sees | |
| Vikings fall, in blood they lie | |
| The webs of | |
| Norn' s, they' ve met their fate | |
| With shield and sword they' ve benn brought in pride | |
| To the mighty doors of the | |
| Speargod' s hall | |
| The gates open and into the hall of braves | |
| The silently walk | |
| The oneeyed sits in glory mighty | |
| Raises his cup and says: " Pa Vida F ltet H rm n Svingat Det Blanket Sv rdet Och Banen M tt Till Den H ges Sal de I ra F rts Och Vid Mj det H r Odin Kv da" | |
| Dawn breaks, the | |
| Einherjer go to | |
| Relive their fight | |
| With passion swords held high | |
| As they ride in the morning mist | |
| The sun warms the air, | |
| Warcries sound | |
| Tor Hjelpe! | |
| The battle begins | |
| Charging horses with fire breath | |
| Rush to battle, in glory die! | |
| Swords sing in joy, again they cut | |
| With shining edges, bloodstained steel | |
| Axes shine, again they' ve been swung | |
| Ripping flesh, death be done | |
| And the cold night comes with charging darkness | |
| To Odin' s hall the | |
| Einherjer return | |
| A feast awaits, until the next day | |
| When warriors eyes again shall burn |