Текст песни Amon Amarth - Under the Grayclouded Winter Sky

Grey clouds - cover the winter skyCold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the groundThe icy windPierces the skin of waiting warriorsLike spearsWill pierce their bodies in battleFrostedBeards on pale grey facesEyes of deathAre burning with rageGlancing across the fields of TyrIn the early morning lightGrey clouds - cover the winter skyCold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the groundThe icy windPierces the skin of waiting warriorsLike spearsWill pierce their bodies in battle

War cries break the silent waitCharging warriors rush to killSwords are swung in the airThe gods of war are calledVikings with fire in soulClash on the open fieldSlaying with powerful strokesThe snow is turning redHooves gallop the plainsWarlords on horsebacksRide into battleWith a thunderous roarThe storm wind of deathBlows across the fieldSweeping with itEverything in its waySo the battle settlesAlone stands just one manUnder the grey-clouded winter sky - alone...
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