Siegreicher Marsch (Victorious March) - Amon Amarth

Zehn schwere Stiefel

Ueber den Grund blutgetraenkt

Im Gleichschritt marschieren

Diese fuenf Krieger

Es ist Ihnen gleich

Wie sehr Ihre Wunden

Von feindlichen Schwertern geschlagen

Bis auf die Knochen schmerzen

Die herbeigesehnte Rache

Begangen in Blut

Keine Gnade gezeigt

Keine Gnade gezeigt

Den Schmerz verleugnend

Der wie ein Hammer pocht

Erlitten durch Stuerze

Von erschlagenen Pferden

Kein Anschein von Schwaeche

Noch Behutsamkeit

Nicht einmal ein Funke

Von Reue in Ihren Augen

Sie erschlugen die Maenner

Naehrten Woelfe mit Fleisch

Und jetzt verlassen sie dieses Land Seite an Seite

Jetzt auf dem Heimweg

Fuenf Krieger die ohne Reue kaempften

Diese Geschichte von fuenf tapferen Maennern

Wird ewig erzaehlt werden

Nur das Leid bleibt

Nur den Frauen allein

Die Kinder wehklagen

Von nun an lebend in Furcht

Kein Mann bleibt verschont

Kein Haus kein Hof verblieb

Keine Christin ungeschaendet

Ihre Kirche von Flammen verzehrt

Rot scheint Ihr Stahl

Von Feindesblut

Erzaehlend vom Sieg

Der von den Goettern geschenkt

Als Sie wiederkehren

Blutend doch stolz

Brennt der Horizont

Und das Lied erklingt laut

Ten heavy boots

Over the ground, soaked with blood

Marching in step

Those 5 warriors

They don’t mind

How their wounds

Hit by enemy swords

Are hurting down to the bones

The longed-for revenge

Committed in blood

They’ve shown no mercy

They’ve shown no mercy

Denying the pain

Who is pounding like a hammer

Suffered from falls

From deadly striked horses

No sign of weakness

Still carefulness

Not even a gleam

Of regret in their eyes

They striked the men deadly

Fed the wolves with meat

And now they leave that country

Side by side

Now on their way home

The 5 warriors who fought without regret

That story of 5 brave men

Is going to be told eternally

Only the grief remains

Only the women alone

The children are bewailing

Living in fear from now on No man remains spared

No house, no farm remained

No Christian (female) remained not defiled

Her church burning in fire

Her iron shined red

By her enemies' blood

Telling about the victory

Which was given by the gods

When they returned

Blooding but proud

The horizon is burning

And the song sounds loudly

Ten heavy boots

Soaked in blood beyond reason

March in step

These five warriors

You don't care

How much your wounds

Struck by enemy swords

Aching to the bone

The longed-for revenge

Committed in blood

No mercy shown

No mercy shown

denying the pain

That bangs like a hammer

Suffered from falls

Of slain horses

No semblance of weakness

Still caution

Not even a spark

Of regret in your eyes

They killed the men

Fed wolves with meat

And now they are leaving this country side by side

Now on the way home

Five warriors who fought without regret

This story of five brave men

Will be told forever

Only suffering remains

Only the women alone

The children wail

Henceforth living in fear

No man is spared

No house, no yard remained

No Christian unscathed

Your church consumed by flames

Your steel shines red

From enemy blood

Telling of victory

The one given by the gods

When you return

Bleeding yet proud

burns the horizon

And the song sounds loud

Ten heavy boots

Over the ground, soaked with blood

Marching in step

Those 5 warriors

They don't mind

How their wounds

Hit by enemy swords

Are hurting down to the bones

The longed for revenge

Committed in blood

They've shown no mercy

They've shown no mercy

Denying the pain

Who is pounding like a hammer

Suffered from falls

From deadly struck horses

No sign of weakness

Still carefulness

Not even a gleam

Of regret in their eyes

They struck the men deadly

Fed the wolves with meat

And now they leave that country

Side by side

Now on their way home

The 5 warriors who fought without regret

That story of 5 brave men

Is going to be told forever

Only the grief remains

Only the women alone

The children are caring

Living in fear from now on No man remains spared

No house, no farm remained

No Christian (female) remained not defiled

Her church burning in fire

Her iron shines red

By her enemies' blood

Telling about the victory

Which was given by the gods

When they returned

Bleeding but proud

The horizon is burning

And the song sounds loudly