Amon Amarth - The Mighty Doors Of The Speargods Hall

The Mighty Doors Of The Speargods Hall

A battle on distant shore
Seawolves warth sweep the land
Down from the skies Valkyries ride
And walk the field halowed by Tyr
The fight is hard, axes are swung
Swords bite sharp, men are slewn
The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field
Dead mans last bed and Odin sees
Vikings fall, in blood the y lie
The webs of Norns, the yve met the ir fate
With shield and sword the yve benn brought in pride
To the mighty doors of the Speargods hall
The gates open and into the hall of braves
The silently walk
The one-eyed sits in glory mighty
Raises his cup and says:
"Pa Vida Faltet
Harman Svingat
Det Blanket Svardet
Och Banen Mött
Ti will Den Höges Sal
de I ara Förts
Och Vid Mjödet Hör
Odin Kvada"
Dawn breaks, the Einherjer go to
Reli have the ir fight
With passion swords held high
As the y ride in the morning mist
The sun warms the air, Warcries sound
Tor Hjelpe The battle begins
Charging horses with fire breath
Rush to battle, in glory die
Swords sing in joy, again the y cut
With shining edges, bloodstained steel
Axes shine, again the yve been swung
Ripping flesh, death be done
And the cold night comes with charging darkness
To Odins hall the Einherjer return
A feast awaits, until the next day
When warriors eyes again shall burn