Coming Of The Tide (исполнитель: Amon Amarth)
Racing 'cross the arctic lands mounted legion Under [bad word] We're a [bad word] force No men can withstand Total havoc is at hand [bad word] ] See the black crows circle high Waiting for brave men to die They sense [bad word] of the tide When opposition's swept aside The fateful message Reached us months ago That our home was under siege And since that day We've been heading north Our kinsmen needed our relief As we near our fortress walls Black smoke is rising to the sky Burnt [bad word] Of our father's halls And corpses greet our tired eyes What madness led them to attack Victory could not be won They must've known There was no turning back And now they all are gone No woman, child or man was spared Their bodies lying where they fell Suffering, anguish and despair As they went through living [bad word] So now we're on the ride again And vengeance is Our newfound path We draw our strength From grief and pain These [bad word] shall know Our endless wrath [bad word] ] See the black crows circle high Waiting for brave men to die They sense [bad word] of the tide When opposition's swept aside