For The Stabwounds In Our Back - Amon Amarth

Silently we bide our time

Soon we’ll pay you back

For all the wrongs you’ve done our kind

For the stab wounds in our backs

You think you’re safe, well, live your lie

There’s no way you’ll escape

The day that all things living die

The day we rise again

Then Ferris father will summon us

And we will rise from death

One million warriors with foaming mouths

To challenge life itself

A horrid ship of dead men’s nails

Will bring our ranks ashore

The eastern wind will fill our sails

And your son will hold the oar

You think you’re safe, well, live your lie

There’s no way you’ll escape

The day that all things living die

The day we rise again

Our rusty swords will never rest

So send the best you’ve got

Into our grinning jaws of death

We’ll make their suffering short

So sit there on your golden throne

Soon we will arise

Time for vengeance is coming soon

The time for all to die