Luyện nghe bài hát Amon Amarth

A rolls in from the sea
the land with black thunder clouds
Rain whips the ground at feet
As come ashore in this foreign land

Thunder the silence
Of five hundred men assembled on
Gazing the misty rain
At the not a mile away

So dark and silent it stands
The mighty Amarth
for the cloudcloked skies
So and fearful in might

With the wind in backs, they start walking
Decisive men of the
They strive this darkened land
With only mount doom in their can see
the they get to the mountain
the clearer their can see
A forest of one spears awaiting
Awaiting the that will be

A cry of war
over the field
Warriors run wolves up to the slopes
Bodley the enemy lines

With so fearsome and sharp in their hands
And shields of oakwood and
They open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw
cover the field

The defenders are weak in brutal war
The have power and guts
A bloodshed no one has seen before
None can escape cuts

Arrows with fire fly the air
Torching houses and
The can feel victory is near
As the enemy flees

A gust of wind blows in the north
Clearing the away
As twilight and the stars come forth
And the sea return to the bay

Corpses lie scattered all over the
For the to eat as they please
The mountain is now left behind
As they with the first morning breeze