Friends Of The Suncross Lyrics - Once Sent From The Golden Hall - Amon Amarth

Salt water licks my face 

And wind fills the sail 

We head for wars on distant shores 

My friends are all with me 

And so they'll always be 

We'll never bend until the end 

We cross the open waves 

On course to far off lands 

Thor guides our ships 

With his strong hands 

Across the waves our sea snakes fly 

Carried like ravens in the sky 

By heavens breath on wings of death 

Blood will run red 

As we sever bodies from their heads 

We main and kill by pure will 

We hail our Gods 

Sacrifice in blood 

Our altar is the battlefields 

Death is something we don't fear 

Though it's always near 

You brings us home when time has come 

We are five of us 

Friends of the suncross 

Strong and brave to the grave!