Вершы: Amon Amarth. Once Sent From The Golden Hall. Ride For Vengeance.

As his life's blood's leaving
I hold my son, my only son
And tears fill my burning eyes

While his skin turns pale as snow
Butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms
Slewn by the men of the single God
Hatred burns in my chest

Rain falls, from a raging heaven
The wind howls like wolves at the moon
I will seek vengeance for my son
I swear, I'll avenge my first born one

I ride fast through the woods
My friends are by my side
Dark hatred burns in my eyes
Slaves of Hvitekrist today you die

Maktiga gudar, i gyllene salen
Hjalp mig i striden mot sondraparna
Den hoge skall
For huggen hamnas och blod skall galdos i blod

Our cloaks fly in the wind
As we ride in the cold dark night
We're closing in our enemies
With rage in our hearts burning bright

The clouds scatter in the northern wind
A full moon rides the pitch black sky
Now, hounds of Hviterkrist
Your time has come to die!

Kneel before my sword, no mercy
Your time has come to die
This is the ride for vengeance