Amon Amarth

Miklagaard has been our home
For twenty years or more
We've lent our axes, spears and swords
In service of the emperor
We are loyal warriors
That's the oath we gave
To protect the emperor
Even to a violent grave
Our loyalty was always firm
We kept our given word
On these southern battlefields
Our northern war cries roared
Battles have been fought
Many gave their lives
But all who died by axe and sword
Were called to hall up high
Our time here
Is now at end
Can't help but reminisce
A cold spring day
So long ago
When we set out to sea
We!
Set out from Svitjod's
Shores!
With dreams of fame and
Gold!
And!
The work of weaving