Amon Amarth

Darkness overshadowed the rising sun -
Defenseless villages before me.
Last only one day -
And all of them will die.
Under cover of the darkest nights are we,
Fifty mighty warriors.
And under the sun
Church bell to score anxiety.
In offering to you, the Golden Gods
We eviscerate the lives of others,
We Poimena blood on their swords.
Ascension of the gods of war!
Listen to their death cries
Dissolve into the air.
Their darkest nightmares
Become a reality.
Their house ablaze with fire,
They feel the dragon's breath,