Amon Amarth

Silently we bide our time
Soon we'll pay you back
For all the wrongs you've done our kind
For the stabwounds in our backs
You think you're safe. Well, live your lie
There's no way you'll escape
The day that all things living die
The day we rise again
Then Fenris' father will summon us
And we will rise from the death
One million warriors with foaming mouths
To challenge life itself
A horrid ship of dead men's nails
Will bring our ranks ashore
The eastern wind will fill our sails