Luyện nghe bài hát Amon Amarth

A storm rolls in the sea
Covering the land black thunder clouds
Rain whips the at their feet
As they come in this foreign land

Thunder brakes the
Of five men assembled on shore
Gazing through the rain
At the not a mile away

So dark and it stands there
The mighty Amon
for the cloudcloked skies
So grim and in might

With the wind in their backs, they start
men of the north
They strive through this land
With only doom in their eyes can see
the closer get to the mountain
the their eyes can see
A forest of one spears awaiting
Awaiting the battle will be

A cry of war
Echoes over the
run like wolves up to the slopes
Bodley the enemy lines

weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands
And of oakwood and steel
They slit stomachs and split sculls to the jaw
cover the field

The defenders are in this brutal war
The northmen have and guts
A bloodshed like no one has before
can escape their cuts

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

A gust of wind blows in from the
the clouds away
As twilight falls and the come forth
And the sea wolves to the bay

Corpses lie scattered all over the
For the ravens to eat as they
The mountain is now left there
As they sail the first morning breeze