Amon Amarth

Run for your lives, death has arrived
Try save your soul, run from the sound of rowing oars
Out of the mist
Breaks a dragon ship
Even more feared
Than the nail-ship "naglfar"
A bear-coated man stands in the bow
Cold-eyed he gazes towards the shoer
The dragons head is grim and red
All covered with blood, a gift to the mighty gods
Warshields are raised, the gods are praised
The people stare paralyzed with fear
The legend tells of a man that fell
From grace of his baptised king
As a banished mn he fled his land
But solemnly sworn to return with holy war
But noone knows how the legend goes