| Song | Amon Amarth |
| Artist | Amon Amarth |
| Album | Once Sent From The Golden Hall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hegg, Lundstrom, Mikkonen | |
| A storm rolls in from the sea | |
| Covering the land with black thunder clouds | |
| Rain whips the ground at their feet | |
| As they come ashore in this foreign land | |
| Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore | |
| Gazing through the misty rain | |
| At the mountain not a mile away | |
| So dark and silent it stands there | |
| The mighty AMON AMRATH | |
| Reaching for the cloudcloked skies | |
| So grim and fearful in might | |
| With the wind in their backs they start walking | |
| Decisive men of the north | |
| They strive through this darkend land | |
| With only mount doom in their sight | |
| The closer they get to the mountain | |
| The clearer their eyes can see | |
| A forest of one thousand spears awaiting | |
| Awaiting the battle that will be | |
| A cry of war emerges | |
| Echoes over the field | |
| Boldley charging the enemy lines | |
| With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands | |
| And shields of oakwood and steel | |
| They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw | |
| Intestants cover the field | |
| The defenders are weak in this brutal war | |
| The northmen have power and guts | |
| A bloodshed like no one has seen here before | |
| None can escape their cuts | |
| Arrows with fire fly through the air | |
| Touching houses and shields | |
| The vikings can feel victory is near | |
| As the enemy headlessly flees | |
| A gust of wind blows in from the north | |
| Clearing the clouds away | |
| As twilight falls and the stars come forth | |
| And the seawolves return to the bay | |
| Corpses lie scattered all over the field | |
| For the ravens to eat as they please | |
| The mountain is now left there behind | |
| As they sail with the first morning breeze |
| zuo ci : Hegg, Lundstrom, Mikkonen | |
| A storm rolls in from the sea | |
| Covering the land with black thunder clouds | |
| Rain whips the ground at their feet | |
| As they come ashore in this foreign land | |
| Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore | |
| Gazing through the misty rain | |
| At the mountain not a mile away | |
| So dark and silent it stands there | |
| The mighty AMON AMRATH | |
| Reaching for the cloudcloked skies | |
| So grim and fearful in might | |
| With the wind in their backs they start walking | |
| Decisive men of the north | |
| They strive through this darkend land | |
| With only mount doom in their sight | |
| The closer they get to the mountain | |
| The clearer their eyes can see | |
| A forest of one thousand spears awaiting | |
| Awaiting the battle that will be | |
| A cry of war emerges | |
| Echoes over the field | |
| Boldley charging the enemy lines | |
| With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands | |
| And shields of oakwood and steel | |
| They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw | |
| Intestants cover the field | |
| The defenders are weak in this brutal war | |
| The northmen have power and guts | |
| A bloodshed like no one has seen here before | |
| None can escape their cuts | |
| Arrows with fire fly through the air | |
| Touching houses and shields | |
| The vikings can feel victory is near | |
| As the enemy headlessly flees | |
| A gust of wind blows in from the north | |
| Clearing the clouds away | |
| As twilight falls and the stars come forth | |
| And the seawolves return to the bay | |
| Corpses lie scattered all over the field | |
| For the ravens to eat as they please | |
| The mountain is now left there behind | |
| As they sail with the first morning breeze |
| zuò cí : Hegg, Lundstrom, Mikkonen | |
| A storm rolls in from the sea | |
| Covering the land with black thunder clouds | |
| Rain whips the ground at their feet | |
| As they come ashore in this foreign land | |
| Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore | |
| Gazing through the misty rain | |
| At the mountain not a mile away | |
| So dark and silent it stands there | |
| The mighty AMON AMRATH | |
| Reaching for the cloudcloked skies | |
| So grim and fearful in might | |
| With the wind in their backs they start walking | |
| Decisive men of the north | |
| They strive through this darkend land | |
| With only mount doom in their sight | |
| The closer they get to the mountain | |
| The clearer their eyes can see | |
| A forest of one thousand spears awaiting | |
| Awaiting the battle that will be | |
| A cry of war emerges | |
| Echoes over the field | |
| Boldley charging the enemy lines | |
| With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands | |
| And shields of oakwood and steel | |
| They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw | |
| Intestants cover the field | |
| The defenders are weak in this brutal war | |
| The northmen have power and guts | |
| A bloodshed like no one has seen here before | |
| None can escape their cuts | |
| Arrows with fire fly through the air | |
| Touching houses and shields | |
| The vikings can feel victory is near | |
| As the enemy headlessly flees | |
| A gust of wind blows in from the north | |
| Clearing the clouds away | |
| As twilight falls and the stars come forth | |
| And the seawolves return to the bay | |
| Corpses lie scattered all over the field | |
| For the ravens to eat as they please | |
| The mountain is now left there behind | |
| As they sail with the first morning breeze |