Amon Amarth - Prediction Of Warfare

Ships were prepaired
Weapons and shields
Sails were raised
We headed out to sea

Norway disappeared in the east
Our journey had begun
Helpful winds gave us our speed
Under a warming sun

Heading to the Emerald land
A fleet of fifty ships
A army of two thousand men
Lead by the king

On the Horizon dark clouds arose
Of Thor rode across the black clouds
As the night rolled in over us
We felt the wrath of the storm That night I was haunted by dreams
An omen of what was to come
The serpent arose from the sea

Ready to strike
With hammer in hand
The serpent in pain
Twisting in furious rage
Fought for its live
The serpent escaped
Thor was enraged
My dreams began to fade

Woke from my dreams
Sword in my hand
The break of dawn
We were closing in on Irish land
Time to attack
Grabbed our shields
We came ashore
And saw the waiting horde
Alle
The fight was short and deadly intense
The Irish fought us well
But as we gained the upper hand
Their fighting spirit quelled

Ready to strike
With swords in our hands
The struggled with heart
The Irish fell to our wrath
Fought for his live
Their King escaped
Of With fury divine
King Olav threw his sword