for the stabwounds in our backs
Singer:amon amarth
silently we bide our time
for all the wrongs you've done our kind
for the stabwounds in our backs
you think you're safe. well
there's no way you'll escape
the day that all things living die
then fenris' father will summon us
and we will rise from the death
one million warriors with foaming mouths
a horrid ship of dead men's nails
will bring our ranks ashore
the eastern wind will fill our sails
and your son will hold the oar
you think you're safe. well
there's no way you'll escape
the day that all things living die
our rusty swords will never rest
so send the best you've got
into our grinning jaws of death
we'll make their suffering short
so sit there on your golden throne
time for vengeance is coming soon