Amon Amarth - The Mighty Doors Of The Speargod's Hall

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A battle on a distant shore
Seawolves' wrath sweep the land
Down from the sky Valkyries ride
And walk the field, hallowed by Tyr

The fight is hard, axes swung
Swords bite sharp, men are slain
The ground turns red, blood-soaked field
Dead man's last bed and Odin sees...

Vikings fall, in blood they lie
The web of Norns, they've met their fate
With shield and sword they're brought in pride
To mighty doors of the speargod's hall

The gates open and into the hall of braves
They silently walk
The one-eyed sits in glory might
raises his cup and says:

"Pl vida faltet harman svingat,
det blankat svardet.
Oeh banen mott till den hoges sal,
de i ara forts oeh vid mjodet hor,
Odin kvada."

Dawn breaks and the Einherjer go to
Relive their last 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 in breath
Rush to battle, in glory die!

Swords sing in joy, again they cut!
With shining edges,.bloodstained steel
Axes shine, again they're swung.
Ripping flesh, death be done.

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