Amon Amarth One Thousand Burning Arrows

“One Thousand Burning Arrows“ They bring him to the shore His ship is ready made He will not see them anymore Here he cannot stay The brotherhood is gathered Their faces hard as stone They have come to take farewell In silence they mourn “Our king has left our ranks A wise and noble man We owe him loyalty and thanks He ruled with a steady hand He will be missed by all His heart has now been stilled Tonight he’ll dine in Odin’s Hall There he’ll drink his fill“ The ship glides gently on the waves As day