The Berserker at Stamford Bridge

We had marched all night long Now silently we stood upon the ridge An army of fifteen thousand strong Looking down at Stamford Bridge The English stood on the hill Caught off guard we had to retreat The omens of this day boded ill The river cold and wide lay at our feet One man walked out on the bridge With Dane axe held firm in his mighty hand Alone he stood against our foes A giant Berserker of a man Charge! The order to attack Nothing now can hold us back Our entire force pours down the slope Now, abandon all of your hope Death! Move in for the kill Today Norsemen blood will spill Englishmen! I am waiting here In my heart I know not an ounce of fear We are waiting here my trusted axe and me Just come at me, I will not flee Death! I know that it awaits Soon I will enter Valhalla's gates! On the bridge we met his axe While he stood, none could pass His axe cut deep, through flesh and bone He held the bridge all on his own Forty men, died by his steel The only way we could make him kneel Was to send four men out on the stream And sting the bastard from beneath From Beneath --- The Berserker at Stamford Bridge - Amon Amarth