Amon Amarth - The Fate of Norns

I feel a chill in my heart
Like lingering winter cold
I and my son are torn apart
He was just 6 winters old

My first-born was he
And the last of my kin
The last one to carry my name
Death smiled at him its deadly grin
There is no one for me to blame

The fate of Norns await us all
There is no way to escape
The day to answer Oden's call
Or walk through hel's gate

I carry him to my ship
He seems to be asleep
But the deep blue colour of his lips
Is enough to make me weep

No man should have to bury his child
Yet this has been my share
The tears i shed run bitter and wild
It's a heavy burden to bear

His body feels so light in my arms
His skin is pale as snow
Yet his weight feels heavy in my heart
As my sadness continues to grow

Allfather!
What fate has been given me?
Why must I suffer?
Why must I feel this pain?
Allfather!
LIfe has lost it's meaning to me
I think I'm going insane!

I lay him down on a pyre
A burial worthy a king
And as I lie down by his side
I hear the weaving norns sing

The fate of Norns await us all
There is no way to escape
The day to answer Oden's call
Or walk through hel's gate

The fate of Norns await us all
I know this to be true
It's time to answer Odens's call
My son, he calls for me and you

The Pursuit Of Vikings

The warming sun returns again
And melts away the snow
The sea is freed from icy chains
Winter is letting go

Standing on the ocean side
We can hear the waves
Calling us out with tide
To sail into our fate

Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war

Our ships await us by the shore
Time has come to leave
Our country, family and homes
For riches in the east

Some of us won't return
But that won't bring us down
Our fate is written in the web
Woven by the Norns

A ram is sacrificed
Across the longship's bow
And as we set our sails
A strong breeze starts to blow

It carries us out to sea
With hope of fame and pride
And glorious all will be
That with sword in hand will die

Oden! Guide our ships
Our Axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war

Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war

Equilibrium - Met
Kennst du den Urknall aus dem Horn?
Kennst du den Grund für der Nordmannen Zorn?
Klar wie das Wasser aus unseren Tälern,
Gelb wie die Reife der Weizenähren.
Aus dem Fass da muss er fließen,
damit wir Schlacht und Sieg begießen.

Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met,
Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met,

Hoch im Norden, tief im Nebel.
wo wir an die Njørd segeln.
Dort wolln wir im Kampfe die Äxte schwingen
Nach der Jagdzeit am Feuer singen
Die Hörner und die Humpen heben
Der Met, der ist ein Asensegen
Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met,
Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met, Met,