The Mighty Doors Of The Speargod's Hall Lyrics - Versus The World - Amon Amarth

A battle on a distant shore 

Seawolves' wrath sweeps the land 

Down from the sky Valkyries ride 

And walk the field, hallowed by Tyr 

The fight is hard, axes swung 

Swords bite sharp, men are slain 

The ground turns red, blood-soaked field 

Dead man's last bed and Oden sees 

Vikings fall, in blood they lie 

The web of Horns 

They've met their fate 

With shield and sword 

They're brought in pride 

To mighty doors of the Speargod's hall 

The gates open and into the hall of braves 

They silently walk 

The one-eyed sits in glory might 

Raises his cup and says 

"Pl vida faltet 

Harman svingat 

Det blankat svardet 

Oeh banen mott 

Till den hoges sal 

De i ara forts 

Oeh vid mjodet hor 

Oden kvada" 

Dawn breaks. The Einherjer goes to 

Relive their last fight 

With passion, swords held high 

As they ride in the morning mist 

The sun warms the air 

War cries sound 

"Tor Hjelpe!" 

The battle begins 

Charging horses with fire in breath 

Rush to battle - in glory die! 

Swords sing in joy 

Again they cut 

With shining edges 

Blood-stained steel 

Axes shine, again they're swung 

Ripping flesh - death be done 

The cold night comes 

With charging darkness 

To Oden's hall 

The Einherjer return 

A feast awaits until the next day 

When warriors' eyes again shall burn