Amon Amarth
Tattered Banners And Bloody Flags
There comes Lopt, the treacherousLusting for revengeHe leads the legions of the deadTowards the Aesir's realm
They march in full battle dressWith faces grim and paleTattered banners and bloody flagsRusty spears and blades
Cries ring out, loud and harshFrom cracked and broken hornsLong forgotten battle criesIn strange and foreign tongues
Spear and sword clash rhythmicallyAgainst the broken shields they beatThey bring their hate and anarchyOnto Vigrid's battlefield
There comes Lopt, the treacherousHe stands against the godsHis army grim and ravenousLusting for their blood
Nowhere is longer safeThe earth moves under our feetThe great world tree YggorasilTrembles to its roots
Sons of muspel gird the fieldBehind them Midgaard burnsHrym's horde march from NifelheimAnd the Fenris wolf returns
Heimdal grips the GiallarhornHe sounds that dreaded noteOden rides to quest the NornsBut their web is tornThe Aesir rides out to warWith armor shining brightFollowed by the EinherjerSee valkyries ride
Nowhere is longer safeThe earth moves under our feetThe great world tree YggorasilTrembles to its roots
Sons of muspel gird the fieldBehind them Midgaard burnsHrym's horde march from NifelheimAnd the Fenris wolf returns
They march in full battle dressWith faces grim and paleTattered banners and bloody flagsRusty spears and blades
Cries ring out, loud and harshFrom cracked and broken hornsLong forgotten battle criesIn strange and foreign tongues
Spear and sword clash rhythmicallyAgainst the broken shields they beatThey bring their hate and anarchyOnto Vigrid's battlefield
There comes Lopt, the treacherousHe stands against the godsHis army grim and ravenousLusting for their blood
Nowhere is longer safeThe earth moves under our feetThe great world tree YggorasilTrembles to its roots
Sons of muspel gird the fieldBehind them Midgaard burnsHrym's horde march from NifelheimAnd the Fenris wolf returns
Heimdal grips the GiallarhornHe sounds that dreaded noteOden rides to quest the NornsBut their web is tornThe Aesir rides out to warWith armor shining brightFollowed by the EinherjerSee valkyries ride
Nowhere is longer safeThe earth moves under our feetThe great world tree YggorasilTrembles to its roots
Sons of muspel gird the fieldBehind them Midgaard burnsHrym's horde march from NifelheimAnd the Fenris wolf returns
