"Мы не любим, когда нас воспринимают слишком уж серьёзно. Хотя, если бы то, что мы делаем, было только шуткой, это не имело бы смысла"
"Мы не любим, когда нас воспринимают слишком уж серьёзно. Хотя, если бы то, что мы делаем, было только шуткой, это не имело бы смысла"
Wrath, hate, pain and death
	The code we live by
	It's in our souls
	Metal is the way
	
	We fight the world
	With glowing metal
	Now the falses will pay
	
	Our fight has just begun
	We're sent from hall of gold
	Messengers of death
	
	We're coming after you
	You can't escape us
	We'll take away your breath
	
	See us ride for vengeance
	Friends of the suncross
	We are born of steel
	
	See us ride down
	The Amon Amarth
	The last sight you'll ever see
	
	So as you stand there
	Under grayclouded skies
	Abandoned by your god
	You know you're gonna die
	
	You feel a sorrow
	Surrounding you
	As of the nine worlds
	Screaming pain you feel
	Your soul vaporizes
	As your hearts burst
	
	We charge without fear
	Your time has come
	Your Fimbul winter's arrived
	
	A chilling wind of ice
	Whirls through your heart
	Pierces your bones and spine
	
	We are all
	Gazing to the skies
	We'll make the false hammer fall
	And we'll make Thor arise
	
	Our quest is done
	Your creation burns
	Now we return to Oden's hall
	
	Our dragon's fly Across the waves
	As twilight begins to fall
	
	In victory we ride
	We enter the mighty doors
	Of the spear-god's hall
	
	As Ygg salutes us
	We raise our beers
	And drink in honor of our cause
	
	We are all
	Greeted by the Gods
	We made the false hammer fall
	And Thor arose in blood