Amon Amarth

Salt water licks my face
and wind fills the sail
We head for wars on distant shores
My friends are all with me
And so they'll always be
We'll never bend untill the end
We cross the open waves
On course to far off lands
Thor guides our ships
With his strong hands
Across the waves our seasnakes fly
Carried like ravens in the sky
By heavens breath on wings of death