Lyrics The Mighty Doors of the Speargod's Hall - Amon Amarth

A battle on a distant shore
Seawolves wrath sweep the land
Down from the sky valkyries ride
And walk the field hallowed by Tyr
The fight is hard, axes swung
Swords bite sharp, men are slewn
The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field
Dead man's last bed and Odin sees

Vikings fall, in blood they lie
The webs of Norns, they've met their fate
With shield and sword they've brought in pride
To the mighty doors of the speargod's hall

The gates are open
Into the hall of braves they silently walk
The one-eyed sits in glory might
Raises his cup and says

"På vida fältet härmän svingat
Det blanka svärdet och banen mött
Till den höges sal de i ära förts
Och vid mjödet hör
Odin kväda"

Dawn breaks, the Einherjer go to relive their last fight
With passion swords held high
As they ride in the morning mist

The sun warms the air
Warcries sound
Tor Hjelpe!
The battle begins
Charging horses with fire in breath
Rush to battle
In glory die

Swords sing in joy, again they cut
With shining edges, bloodstained steel
Axes shine, again they're swung
Ripping flesh, death be done

The cold night comes with charging darkness
To Odin's hall the Einherjer return
A feast awaits, until the next day
When warriors' eyes again shall burn