Down The Slopes Of Death Lyrics - Versus The World - Amon Amarth

Down the slopes of death 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 

All father rides out on fields of fear 

When Heimdall 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 death 

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 death 

Iormundr's brother will fall 

Down the slopes of death he rides 

The eight hooves pound like drums 

Darkness reigns the crumbling sky 

Invasion has begun 

Down the slopes of death he rides 

The eight hooves pound like drums 

Darkness reigns the crumbling sky 

No more is the sun