Doom Over Dead Man - Amon Amarth

The autumn clouds are caving in And night comes crawling black as sin.

Lightning strikes and rain begins,

A storm that tears my soul.

I toss and twizzle in my bed,

My thoughts are spinning in my head.

Darkness nears soon I’ll be dead;

I’m losing all control.

I spent my life in foolish quest

For gold and riches I’d contest

And now I’m left with just regrets,

Too late to change my ways.

My life it seems has slipped away,

I leave no legacy to praise.

Nothing more for me to say:

My life has been a waste.

When!

When time has come for me to leave,

When!

When judgment’s passed upon my life,

When!

A cold dark grave awaits for me,

Will!

Will my name live endlessly?

When!

When time has come for me to leave,

When!

When judgment’s passed upon my life,

When!

A cold dark grave awaits for me,

Will!

Will my name live endlessly?

So I die but won’t be mourned;

Broken and alone.

I wish that I were never born.

So I die and won’t be missed,

No rune stone will be raised

As my body rots away.

Die!

All friends and cattle pass away

Die!

And death will come for every man!

Die!

But I know one thing never dies;

Doom!

The sentence passed upon the dead!

Now!

The time has come for me to leave

Now!

And judgment’s passed upon my life.

Now!

I will rest in my dark grave.

Will!

They speak my name with reverence?

My life has been a waste!

No rune stone will be raised!

So I die, but won’t be mourned!

I wish that I were never born!

I rest here in my shallow grave!

As my body, rots away!