an ancient sign of coming storm

1. där tog en nordlig vind
   skeppet, så att kungen
   ombord fordes med
   till strid mot två kungar
   de djärva kungarna
   hälsade med pilskott
   ordlost i striden.
   skoldarnas buller räckte."
   
   blood red bows plough the waves
   dragon heads grin
   twenty ships with norsemen braves
   riding the northern wind
   
   they left their shores at early dawn
   as a red sun was rising in the east
   an ancient sign of coming storm
   thunder of sword and shield
   
   sails appear in the south
   now every man prepare
   the sea will be colored by blood
   battle is drawing near
   
   a mighty fleet of forty ships
   two kings bring lethal steel
   no words spoken between enemies
   just thunder of sword and shield
   
   a rain of arrows darkens the sun
   a cloud of wood and steel
   through shields and flesh the arrows run
   bringing warriors to their knees
   
   a war-cry loud as heimdal's horn
   fills the vibrating air
   this is the place where heroes are born
   and where death is always near
   
   here it comes the mighty storm
   every man attacks
   now is when heroes are born
   there is no turning back
   
   (bkz: amon amarth)
   (bkz: fate of norns)
   
   (18/2/2008 23:08, berra)