Prediction Of Warfare - Amon Amarth

Ships were prepared

Weapons and shields

Sails were raised

We're heading out to sea

Norway just a bed in the east

Our journey had begun

Helpful winds gave us our speed

Under a warming sun

Heading to the emerald land

A fleet of 50 ships

A army of 2000 men

Led by the king

Army arising dark and ferrous

Horror across the black roads

As the night rolled in over us

We felt the wrath of the storm

That night I was haunted by dreams

An omen of what was to come

The serpent arose from the sea

Ready to strike

With hammer in hand

The serpent in pain

Twisting in furious rage

Fought for it's live

The serpent escaped

Thor was in rage

My dreams began to fade

Awoke of my dreams

Sword in my hand

The break of dawn

Closing in on irish land

Time to attack

Grabbed our shields

We came ashore

And saw the waiting horde

The fight was short and deadly intense

The irish fought us well

But as we gained the upper hand

Their fighting spirit dwelled

Ready to strike

With swords in our hands

The struggle with heart

The irish fell to our wrath

Fought for his live

The king escaped

With fury divine

King olav threw his sword