Amon Amarth

Blood gushing from my wounds,
It is vast and deep.
But before I turn around,
The enemy will fall on their knees.
How sweet the sound of me
crossed swords
And breaking copies
But the enemy sword pierces my shield.
I throw the shield and grabs the ax -
In each hand one by one.
Blow - and crack a helmet
Strike - the ax penetrates the skull.
I take out the ax of chipped head
Her brain and blood.
Dead body at my feet -
And I fight again.
My sword cuts through clothes and skin,
Like a knife that goes through the snow.