Coming of the Tide - Amon Amarth

Racing 'cross the arctic lands

A mounted legion

Under my command

We’re a brutal force

No men can withstand

Total havoc is at hand

See the black crows circle high

Waiting for brave men to die

They sense the coming of the tide

When opposition’s swept aside

The fateful message

Reached us months ago

That our home was under siege

And since that day

We’ve been heading north

Our kinsmen needed our relief

As we near our fortress walls

Black smoke is rising to the sky

Burnt black ruins

Of our father’s halls

And corpses greet our tired eyes

What madness led them to attack

Victory could not be won

They must’ve known

There was no turning back

And now they all are gone

No woman, child or man was spared

Their bodies lying where they fell

Suffering, anguish and despair

As they went through living hell

So now we’re on the ride again

And vengeance is

Our newfound path

We draw our strength

From grief and pain

These bastards shall know

Our endless wrath

See the black crows circle high

Waiting for brave men to die

They sense the coming of the tide

When opposition’s swept aside