Prediction Of Warfare Lyrics & Chords By Amon Amarth

Ships were prepared
Weapons and shields
Sails were raised
We headed out to sea

Norway disappeared in the East
Our journey had begun
Helpful winds gave us our speed
Under a warming sun

Heading to the emerald land
A fleet of fifty ships
An army of two thousand men
Led by the king

On the horizon dark clouds arose
Thor rode across the black clouds
As the night rolled in over us
We felt the wrath of the storm

That night
I was haunted by dreams
An omen
Of what was to come
The serpent arose from the sea

Ready to strike
With hammer in hand
The serpent in pain
twisting in furious rage!
Fought for its life
The serpent escaped
Thor was enraged
My dreams began to fade

Woke from my dreams
Sword in my hand
The break of dawn
We were closing in
On Irish land
Time to attack
Grabbed our shields
We came ashore
And saw the waiting horde

The fight was short and deadly intense
The Irish fought us well
But as we gained the upper hand
Their fighting spirit quelled

Ready to strike
With swords in our hands
They struggled with heart
The Irish fell to our wrath
Fought for his life
Their king escaped
With fury divine
King Olav threw his sword