AMON AMARTH - Prediction Of Warfare lyrics

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Ships are prepared

Weapons and shields

Sails were raised

We're heading out to sea!

Norway disappeared 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 man, led by the king

On the horizon dark clouds arose

Thor rode across the black clouds

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

A serpent arose from the sea

Ready to strike

With hammer in hand

The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage!

Fought for its life

The serpent escaped

Thor was in rage

My dreams began to fade

Woke from 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 upperhand

Their fighting spirit quelled

Ready to strike

With swords in our hands

They struggled with heart

The Irish fell to our wrath

Fought for his life

The king escaped

With fury divine

King Olaf threw his sword

Thanks to nathraq for these lyrics