Amon Amarth - Prediction Of Warfare lyrics

Ships of the dead Weapons and shields Sails were raised We're heading out to sea! .. this man in the east Our journey had begun Helpfull winds gave us our speed Under a warming sun Heading to the .. land A fleet of 50 ships A army of .., led by the king .. arising, dark and ferous .. across .. .. That night I was haunted by dreams An omen, of what was to come The serpent arose from the sea Ready to strike With hammer in hand The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage! Fought for its live The serpent escaped Thor was in rage ..My dreams began to fade.. .. of my dreams Sword in my hand The break of dawn Closing in on Irish land Time to attack .. our shields We came ashore And saw the waiting horde The fight was short and deadly intense The Irish fought us well But as we gained the upperhand Their fighting spirit dwelled Ready to strike With swords in our hands The .. with heart The Irish fell to our .. Fought for his live The king escaped With fury divine .. his sword