One Against All - Amon Amarth

Winter’s lost its grip

The ocean is set free

The ship glides through the broken ice

Out to an open sea

North winds fill the sails

They fly on frothing seas

As hope grows stronger in his heart

It’s easier to breathe

Days turn into nights

Nights turn into days

His determination grows

With every breath he takes

There he stands alone, one man against all

With a sword in each hand, soon he will fall

There he stands alone, one man against all

With a sword in each hand, heeding the call

When the reach the Hano bay

There waits a ship of war

Like the bear attacks its prey

It comes at them with force

All men to the oars!

Row for all your worth!

Most likely this will be your last day

On this wretched earth!

The weak they try to run

But he’s prepared to fight

One by one his friends are slain

Only he remains

He knows the end is near

They have him in their jaws

When a noble man appears

He tells them, «Withdraw!»

There he stands before him

As the skirmish quells

He offers him,

«Join our crew or join your friends in hell.»

There he stands alone, one man against all

With a sword in each hand, and soon he will fall

There he stands alone, one man against all

With a sword in each hand, he’s heeding the call