Run for your lives, death has arrived
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Try save your soul, run from the sound of rowing oars
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Out of the mist
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Breaks a dragon ship
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Even more feared
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Than the nail-ship "Naglfar"
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A bear-coated man stands in the bow
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Cold-eyed he gazes towards the shoer
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The dragon's head is grim and red
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All covered with blood, a gift to the mighty Gods
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Warshields are raised, the Gods are praised
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The people stare paralyzed with fear
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The legend tells of a man that fell
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From grace of his baptised king
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As a banished mn he fled his land
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But solemnly sworn to return with holy war
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But noone knows how the legend goes
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'Cause noones survived
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That's gazed into his eyes
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'Cause noone's returned that's met his fire
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They say wolf-skinned men follow him
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Berserks whose eyes burn with flames of ice
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Some say mighty Thor
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Guides their blades in war
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They say they cannot be killed
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Nor can their blood be spilled
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So run for your lives
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Death has arrived
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The legend has come
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To take the lives of the deceitful ones
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Run for your lives
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The death ship's arrived
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There's no way you'll live
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To tell of meeting his fire
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Legend of a banished man
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| Amon Amarth |
