Amon Amarth - Prediction Of Warfare lyrics

Ships are prepared

Weapons and shields

Sails were raised

We're heading out to sea!

Norway disappeared in the east

Our journey had begun

Helpfull winds gave us our speed

Under a warming sun

Heading to the emerald land

A fleet of 50 ships

A army of 2000 man, led by the king

On the horzion dark clouds arose

...

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 in rage

My dreams began to fade

Woke from my dreams

Sword in my hand

The break of dawn

Closing in on Irish land

Time to attack

Ragnar shields

We came ashore

And saw the waiting horde

The fight was short and deadly intense

The Irish fought us well

But as we gained the upperhand

Their fighting spirit grew

Ready to strike

With swords in our hands

They stuggled with heart

The Irish fell to our wrath

Fought for his live

The king escaped

With fury divine

King Olaf threw his sword