Put Your Back Into The Oar - Amon Amarth

The ships await us by the Birka quay

All prepared with sixty oars

They will carry us on the open sea

Heading out to glory wars

We have blothed to Aegir

To the daughters of Ran

We are willing and eager

We are leaving at dawn

Four days of good wind

Then we awoke to an ocean mirror calm

Slacking sails, we are drifting

No direction, we are drifting

Glory calls from beyond the waves

A chance for fame and rich reward

Honour waits beyond the grave

So put your back into the oar

The sun is burning, now we’re lost at sea

Our rations are running low

Thirsty throats and hungry fleas

But we still got many days to go

We are crossing the ocean

Left our home in the north

The oars have set us in motion

They will carry us forth

Each man builds his own fame

Now everyone, show me what you’re worth

Who recalls a coward’s name?

No one remembers, who remembers

Glory calls from beyond the waves

Beckons those with a heart for war

Honour waits beyond the grave

So put your back into the oar

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

(The oar is your best friend)

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

(For a triumphant end)

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

(Row for victory)

Row!

Row!

Row!

Row!

(Into history)

Grab your oars

Row to glory wars

And for victory

Into history

Each man builds his own fame

Now everyone, show me what you’re worth

Who recalls a coward’s name?

No one remembers, who remembers

Glory calls from beyond the waves

Beckons those with a heart for war

Honour waits beyond the grave

Fear not a bloody fate

Glory calls from beyond the waves

A chance for fame and rich reward

Honour waits beyond the grave

So put your back into the oar