Luyện nghe bài hát Amon Amarth

A storm rolls in the sea
Covering the with black thunder clouds
whips the ground at their feet
As come ashore in this foreign land

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

So dark and it stands there
The mighty Amon
Reaching for the skies
So grim and fearful in

With the wind in their backs, they start
men of the north
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 thousand spears
the battle that will be

A cry of war
Echoes the field
Warriors run like wolves up to the
Bodley charging the lines

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

The defenders are weak in this war
The northmen have power and
A like no one has seen before
None can escape cuts

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

A gust of wind blows in from the
Clearing the clouds
As twilight falls and the stars come
And the sea return to the bay

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