Valhall Awaits Me — Amon Amarth

Blood gushing from my wounds, It is vast and deep. But before I turn around, The enemy will fall on their knees.

How sweet the sound of me crossed swords And breaking copies But the enemy sword pierces my shield.

I throw the shield and grabs the ax - In each hand one by one. Blow - and crack a helmet Strike - the ax penetrates the skull.

I take out the ax of chipped head Her brain and blood. Dead body at my feet - And I fight again.

My sword cuts through clothes and skin, Like a knife that goes through the snow. How sweet to me moaning enemies When I took out my sword.

Sword in my hand, Hatchet hanging at his side. Valhalla awaits me, And soon I will die. Bearskin on his back, And the wolf helmet - on his head. Valhalla awaits me, When I die.

I raise my head above the ax, Only a violent rage in his eyes. Yes shed more blood This victorious day!

Blood gushing from my wounds, It is vast and deep. I turn around, And falls to his knees.