Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky Lyrics - Versus The World - Amon Amarth

The icy wind 

Pierces the skin of waiting warriors 

Like spears 

Will pierce their bodies in battle 

Frosted 

Beards on pale grey faces 

Eyes of death 

Are burning with rage 

Glancing across the fields of Tyr 

In the early morning light 

Grey clouds - cover the winter sky 

Cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the ground 

The icy wind 

Pierces the skin of waiting warriors 

Like spears 

Will pierce their bodies in battle 

War cries break the silent wait 

Charging warriors rush to kill 

Swords are swung in the air 

The gods of war are called 

Vikings with fire in soul 

Clash on the open field 

Slaying with powerful strokes 

The snow is turning red 

Hooves gallop the plains 

Warlords on horsebacks 

Ride into battle 

With a thunderous roar 

The storm wind of death 

Blows across the field 

Sweeping with it 

Everything in its way 

So the battle settles 

Alone stands just one man 

Under the grey-clouded winter sky - alone. . .