Amon Amarth

Midgard's cold and hatred reigns
Hunger and disease
Fenris is set free again
Chaos is unleashed
The storm of death sweeps the shores
Famine sweep the land
Ties of kinship is no more
Sons die by their father's hand
Two men meet on battleground
Their eyes are full of hate
By sacred oaths both are bound
Death will be their fate
They share the blood of once proud men
Yet foes they have become
One fights for truth, the other for faith
Perish has begun
Here comes the - Bloodshed