some seek shelter in the church,
a refuge for those with faith,
but we know how to smoke them out,
a pyre will be raised
- gods of war arise, amon amarth
the stone turns red from all the blood,
severed limbs and heads,
a sacrifice to one-eyed god,
he will claim the dead
- with oden on our side, amon amarth
the north star falls from the sky,
into the deep cold sea,
the first of all to fall and die,
and soon the world will cease to be
- and soon the world will cease to be, amon amarth