| Song | The Mighty Doors Of The Speargod's Hall |
| Artist | Amon Amarth |
| Album | Versus The World |
| 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 f§õltet | |
| H§õrm§õn svingat | |
| Det blanket sv§õrdet | |
| Och banen m§ètt | |
| Till den h§èges sal | |
| De I §¹ra f§èrts | |
| Och vid mj§èdet h§èr | |
| Odin kv§õda" | |
| 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 me tt | |
| Till den he ges sal | |
| De I ra fe rts | |
| Och vid mje det he 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 mè tt | |
| Till den hè ges sal | |
| De I ra fè rts | |
| Och vid mjè det hè 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 |