Amon Amarth

Ships ready
The weapon is refined,
Raised the sails.
In the open sea we go!
Norway coast fled to the east.
We started our journey.
Oh, the wind, under that hot sun
Fill our sails!
Forward - the emerald land
Our swim fifty ships,
And two thousand soldiers loyal to the king - on them.
Dark clouds above the horizon,
Above them - the mighty Thor.
And under cover of night
We know the fury of the storm.
At night, I was tormented by a nightmare
And maybe - a prophecy of the future.
I saw the horrible serpent rose from the sea.
I rushed into the fray
With a hammer in his hand.
The serpent roared in pain,
And foaming dark water.
He saved my life,