Текст: Amon Amarth. Surtur Rising. Doom Over Dead Man.

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The autumn clouds are caving in
and nights comes crawling black as sin
Lighting strikes and rain begins
A storm that taress in my bed
My thoughts are spinning in my head
Darkness nears soon ill be dead...I'm losing al contro
I spend my life in foolish quest for gold and riches id contest
And now I'm left with just regrets
To late to change my ways my life it seems has slipped away
I leave no legacy to praise
Nothing more for me to say... My life has been a waste
WHEN! When time has come for me to leave
WHEN! when judgments passes upon my life
WHEN! A cold dark grave awaits for me
WILL! Will my name ife endlessly?
So I die but wont be mourns
Broken and alone I wish that I were never born
So I die and wont be missed
No rune stone will be raised as my body rots away
DIE! Al friends and cattle pass away!
DIE! And death will come for every man
DIE! But I know one thing never does!
DOOM! The sentence passed upon the dead
NOW! The time has come for me to leave
NOW! I will rest in my dark grave
WILL! they speak my name with reverence?