the pursuit of vikings
amon amarth
the warming sun returns again
the sea is freed from icy chains
standing on the ocean side
guide us through storms that whip
our ships await us by the shore
but that won't bring us down
our fate is written in the web
across the longship's bow
a strong breeze starts to blow
with hope of fame and pride
that with sword in hand will die
guide us through storms that whip
guide us through storms that whip