Friends Of The Suncross — Amon Amarth

Salt water licks my face and wind fills the sail We head for wars on distant shores

My friends are all with me And so they'll always be We'll never bend untill the end

We cross the open waves On course to far off lands Thor guides our ships With his strong hands

Across the waves our seasnakes fly Carried like ravens in the sky By heavens breath on wings of death

Blood will run red As we sever bodies from their heads We main and kill by pure will

We hail our Gods Sacrifice in blood Our altar is the battlefields

Death is something we don't fear Though it's always near Ygg brings us home when time has come

We are five of us Friends of the suncross Strong and brave to the grave!