Amon Amarth

We storm ahead with swordsn shields
For victory we ride
We fight the world on these battlefields
To re-erect the pagan pride
We draw the blood of those in our way
Its victory or die
With pounding, raging fury we slay
Now christian hounds will pay
Charge ahead, no retreat
No merca, noone shall live
To us there is no defeat
No remorse to give
A wind of power blows from the north
The enemy shivers to the core
We slay with strength, pushing forth
Silence before the storm
The gates of valhall open up