[Music/Lyrics: Amon Amarth]
Grey clouds - cover the winter sky
Cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the
ground
The icy wind
Pierces the skin of waiting warriors
Like spears
Will pierce their bodies in
battle
Frosted
Beards on pale grey faces
Eyes of death
Are burning with rage
Glancing across the fields of
Tyr
In the early morning light
Grey clouds - cover the winter sky
Cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the
ground
The icy wind
Pierces the skin of waiting warriors
Like spears
Will pierce their bodies in battle
War cries
break the silent wait
Charging warriors rush to kill
Swords are swung in the air
The gods of war are called
Vikings with
fire in soul
Clash on the open field
Slaying with powerful strokes
The snow is turning red
Hooves gallop the
plains
Warlords on horsebacks
Ride into battle
With a thunderous roar
The storm wind of death
Blows across the
field
Sweeping with it
Everything in its way
So the battle settles
Alone stands just one man
Under the grey-clouded
winter sky - alone. . .