For the Stabwounds in Our Backs

Silently we bide our time Soon we'll pay you back For all the wrongs you've done our kind For the stabwounds in our backs You think you're safe. Well, live your lie There's no way you'll escape The day that all things living die The day we rise again Then Fenris' father will summon us And we will rise from the death One million warriors with foaming mouths To challenge life itself A horrid ship of dead men's nails Will bring our ranks ashore The eastern wind will fill our sails And your son will hold the oar You think you're safe. Well, live your lie There's no way you'll escape The day that all things living die The day we rise again Our rusty swords will never rest So send the best you've got Into our grinning jaws of death We'll make their suffering short So sit there on your golden throne Soon we will arise Time for vengeance is coming soon The time for all to die! --- For the Stabwounds in Our Backs - Amon Amarth