A storm rolls in from the sea
Covering the land with black thunder clouds
Rain whips the ground at their feet

As they come ashore in this foreign land

Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men $$#embled on

shore
Gazing through the misty rain
At the mountain not a mile away

So dark and silent it stands there
The mighty AMON AMRATH
Reaching for the cloudcloked skies

So grim and fearful in might

With the wind in their backs they start walking

Decisive men of the north
They strive through this darkend land
With only mount doom in their sight

The closer they get to the mountain
The clearer their eyes can see
A forest of one thousand spears awaiting

Awaiting the battle that will be

A cry of war emerges

Echoes over the field
Boldley charging the enemy lines


With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands
And shields of oakwood and steel
They slit open stomachs and split sculls to the jaw

Intestants cover the field

The defenders are weak in this brutal war

The northmen have power and guts
A bloodshed like no one has seen here before
None can escape their cuts


Arrows with fire fly through the air
Touching houses and shields

The vikings can feel victory is near
As the enemy headlessly flees


A gust of wind blows in from the north
Clearing the clouds away
As twilight falls and the stars come forth

And the seawolves return to the bay

Corpses lie scattered all over the field

For the ravens to eat as they please
The mountain is now left there behind
As they sail with the first morning breeze