Krow
Garbage Connoisseur
Amon Amarth has its moments
Valhalla awaits me
-
Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and deep
Right before I turn around
He falls to his knees
A clear song rings in the blades
When steel meets hardened steel
I hear the sound of wood that breaks
A sword cut through my shield
I drop the shield and grab my axe
A weapon in each fist
The first blow makes the helmet crack
The axe cut to the teeth
I rip the axe from the head
covered in blood and brains
Leave the body lying dead
Ready to strike again
My sword cuts through clothes and skin
Like a hot knife cuts through snow
I smile as the bastard screams
when I twist my sword
Sword in my hand
Axe on my side
Valhall awaits me
Soon I will Die
And.....
Cry of the Blackbirds
-
Raise your swords up high
See the black birds fly
Let them hear your rage
Show no fear
Attack!
Valhalla awaits me
-
Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and deep
Right before I turn around
He falls to his knees
A clear song rings in the blades
When steel meets hardened steel
I hear the sound of wood that breaks
A sword cut through my shield
I drop the shield and grab my axe
A weapon in each fist
The first blow makes the helmet crack
The axe cut to the teeth
I rip the axe from the head
covered in blood and brains
Leave the body lying dead
Ready to strike again
My sword cuts through clothes and skin
Like a hot knife cuts through snow
I smile as the bastard screams
when I twist my sword
Sword in my hand
Axe on my side
Valhall awaits me
Soon I will Die
And.....
Cry of the Blackbirds
-
Raise your swords up high
See the black birds fly
Let them hear your rage
Show no fear
Attack!
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