Once Sent From The Golden Hall - Amon Amarth

Rumbling thunder cracks the sky

And rain starts pouring down

Lightning strikes a cold bright light

Upon the blooddrenched ground

The sword play is hard

And many fall

Steel bites sharp in flesh

And upon a mountain

Towering tall

Stand the messengers of death

Five horsemen in armour bright

Waiting in the flashing light

Looking down upon the field

Where Vikings fight with axe and shield

On stallions black as night

With eyes burning red

They ride with thunder to the fight

Deliverance of certain death

A warcry loud as Heimdall’s horne

Echoes across the land

Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone

Friends of doom proudly stand

They ride faster than the wind

With lightning speed they strike

Black ravens follow where they’ve been

To feed from those who died

With power they wield their swords

As they ride down fleeing men

Sending them to Hel’s dark court

To never come back again

The warriors ride once more

To the mountain from which they came

Once sent by the gods to war

And they never return in shame