Bloodshed - Amon Amarth

Midgard’s cold and hatred reigns

Hunger and disease

Fenris is set free again

Chaos is unleashed

The storm of death sweeps the shores

Famine sweep the land

Ties of kinship is no more

Sons die by their father’s hand

Two men meet on battleground

Their eyes are full of hate

By sacred oaths both are bound

Death will be their fate

They share the blood of once proud men

Yet foes they have become

One fights for truth, the other for faith

Perish has begun

Here comes the — Bloodshed

It’s the age of — Bloodshed

Here comes the — Bloodshed

It’s the age of — Bloodshed

Two brothers meet in battle heat

Both will die to day

No victory and no defeat

Death is their only way

In their eyes is no remorse

They make their final charge

Thrusting their swords with mortal force

Piercing each other’s hearts

Here comes the — Bloodshed

It’s the age of — Bloodshed

Here comes the — Bloodshed

Prepare for — Bloodshed