Victorious March — Amon Amarth

Ten heavy feet Walks the bloodsoiled ground With rhythm these Five warriors march

No matter how much The bleeding wounds From enemy swordcuts Hurts to the bone

The revenge they sought Was taken in blood No mercy was showed No mercy was showed

They ignore the pain That hammerlike pounds From falls, off slain Horses, to the ground

No signs of weakness No signs of weariness Not even a glimce Of remorse in their eyes

They slew men ruthless Fed the wolves with flesh And now they leave This land side by side

Now they're headed home Five swordsmen who fought repentlessly Their story will be told Of five brave men endlessly

All sorrow is left For the woman to bare The children cries They live in fear

No man was spread No houses or farm remains No christian woman........ Their church consumed by flames

Their steel shines red With enemy blood It sings of victory Granted by the Gods And as they return Bleeding but proud The horizon burns And the song is ringing loud