Текст: Amon Amarth. An Ancient Sign Of Coming Storm.

"Dar tog en nordlig vind
skeppet, sa att kungen
ombord fordes med
till strid mot tva kungar
De djarva kungarna
Halsade med pilskott
Ordlost i striden.
Skoldarnas buller rackte."

Blood red bows plough the waves
Dragon heads grin
Twenty ships with Norsemen braves
Riding the northern wind

They left their shores at early dawn
As a red sun was rising in the east
An ancient sign of coming storm
Thunder of sword and shield

Sails appear in the south
Now every man prepare
The sea will be colored by blood
Battle is drawing near

A mighty fleet of forty ships
Two kings bring lethal steel
No words spoken between enemies
Just thunder of sword and shield

A rain of arrows darkens the sun
A cloud of wood and steel
Through shields and flesh arrows run
Bringing warriors to their knees

A war-cry loud as heimdal's horn
Fills the vibrating air
Here is where heroes are born
And where death is always near

Here it comes the mighty storm
Every man attacks
Now is when heroes are born
There is no turning back