Fredrik Andersson - Down The Slopes Of d**h lyrics

Down the slopes of d**h he rides The eight hooves pound like drums Darkness reigns the crumbling sky Invasion has begun Fields of flames greets his eye He smells the fear and pain Of dying men in agony It can drive a man insane All enemies flee his spear No bow nor axe do harm Allfather rides out on fields of fear When Heimdal sounds the alarm But on the field waits his fate Foretold in ancient times A beast with sharp yellow teeth And hateful burning eyes Today he'll draw his final breath The wisest God of all His son will avenge his d**h Iormundr's brother will fall He knows now what is to come No use to try and run What is to be, let it be done! What is to be, let it be done! Today he'll draw his final breath The wisest God of all His son will avenge his d**h Iormundr's brother will fall Down the slopes of d**h he rides The eight hooves pound like drums Darkness reigns the crumbling sky Invasion has begun Down the slopes of d**h he rides The eight hooves pound like drums Darkness reigns the crumbling sky No more is the sun