Wrath of the Norsemen

My head hurts like hell Can't open my eyes My clothes are all wet And I'm freezing right through Don't know where I am Or how to get home My arms feel so numb And it's hard to get up My muscles they ache With every move I stand on my feet But my knees feel so weak Somebody wake me! From this horrible dream! Somebody save me! From this terror I feel! I stumble around On the soft muddy ground I call out the name Of the friends I can't find But only the wind And the ravens reply With every gasp With every breath Smoke fills my lungs And my intestines wrench With every gasp The sweet taste of death The air is full of a thick Pungent stench So comes the rain It's colder than ice I wash off my face And open my eyes And then I see But wish I were blind They are all dead There's blood everywhere The Norsemen they left Only death and despair A stench of flesh That fills the autumn air Somebody wake me! From this horrible dream! Somebody save me! From this terror I feel! No one can save me! From this horrible dream! No one can hear me! Or my heartrenching Screams! --- Wrath Of The Norsemen - Amon Amarth