Amon Amarth - Prediction Of Warfare текст песни

Ships ready
The weapon is refined,
Raised the sails.
In the open sea we go!

Norway coast fled to the east.
We started our journey.
Oh, the wind, under that hot sun
Fill our sails!

Forward - the emerald land
Our swim fifty ships,
And two thousand soldiers loyal to the king - on them.

Dark clouds above the horizon,
Above them - the mighty Thor.
And under cover of night
We know the fury of the storm.

At night, I was tormented by a nightmare
And maybe - a prophecy of the future.
I saw the horrible serpent rose from the sea.

I rushed into the fray
With a hammer in his hand.
The serpent roared in pain,
And foaming dark water.
He saved my life,
He disappeared into the abyss.
But Thor was not looking at us ...
And then I woke up.

I woke up
With sword in hand
When the sun rose.
We are getting closer to the Irish coast.
Remove the boards,
We stepped to the ground.
The battle -
The enemy army before us.

Was short and fierce battle.
The Irish fought bravely,
But we broke their spirit,
Day is ours

We are ready to destroy
Swords in our hands,
Fill the suffering of their heart.
Irish will know our anger!
Trying to save his life,
Fled their king.
In the divine wrath
King Olaf lowers his sword.