Amon Amarth Once Sent From The Golden Hall
Rumbling thunder cracks the sky And rain starts pouring down Lightning strikes a cold bright light Upon the blooddrenched ground The sword play is hard And many falls Steel bites sharp in bflesh And upon a mountain Towering tall Stands the messengers of death Five horsemen in armour bright Waiting in the flashing light Looking down upon the field Where Vikings fight with axe and shield On stallions black as night With eyes burning red They ride with thunder to the fight Deliverance of certain death A warcry loud as hHeimdall'shorne Echoes across the land Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone Friends of doom proudly stands They ride faster than the wind With lightning speed they strike Black ravens follow where they've been To feed from those died With power they vield their swords As they ride down fleeing men Sending them to Hel's dark court To never come back again The warriors ride once more To the mountain from which they came Once sent by the Gods to war And they never return in shame
