Friends Of The Suncross - Amon Amarth

Salt water licks my face

And wind fills the sail

We head for wars on distant shores

My friends are all with me

And so they'll always be

We'll never bend until the end

We cross the open waves

On course to far off lands

Thor guides our ships

With his strong hands

Across the waves our sea snakes fly

Carried like ravens in the sky

By heavens breath on wings of death

Blood will run red

As we sever bodies from their heads

We main and kill by pure will

We hail our gods

Sacrifice in blood

Our altar is the battlefields

Death is something we don't fear

Though it's always near

You brings us home when time has come

We are five of us

Friends of the suncross

Strong and brave to the grave