Amon Amarth - Once Sent From The Golden Hall Lyrics

Once Sent From The Golden Hall is an Awesome album by Amon Amarth

Good old school swedish melodic death metal.

Totally agree

Ride for Vengeance

As his life's blood leaving,
I hold my son, my only son,
and tears fill my burning eyes.

While his skin turns pale as snow,
butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms.
Slewn by the men of the single God,
hatred burns in my chest.

Rain falls from a raging heaven,
the wind howls like wolves at the moon.
I will seek vengeance for my son,
I swear I'll avenge my first born one.

I ride fast through the woods,
my friends are by my side.
Dark hatred burns in my eyes:
Slaves of Hvitekrist today you die!

"Mäktiga gudar, i gyllene salen.
Hjälp mig i striden mot sondräparna.
Den höge skall för huggen hämnas,
och blod skall gäldas i blod."

Our cloaks fly in the wind,
as we ride in the cold dark night.
We're closing in our enemies,
we rage in our hearts burning bright.

The clouds scatter in the northern wind,
a full moon rides the pitch black sky.
Now, hounds of Hvitekrist, 
your time has come to die!

Kneel before my sword!
No mercy, your time has come to die!
This is the ride for vengeance!

Victorious March

Ten heavy feets walks the bloodsoiled ground.
With rhythm these five warriors march.
No matter how much the bleeding wounds,
from enemy swordcuts hurt to the bone.

The revenge they sought,
was taken in blood.
No mercy was showed!
No mercy was showed!

They ignore the pain that hammer like pounds.
From falls, of slain horses, to the ground.
No signs of weakness, no signs of weariness.
Not even a glimpse of remorse in their eyes.

They slew men ruthless,
fed the wolves with flesh!
And now they leave,
this land side by side.

Now they're headed home,
five swordsmen who fought repentlessly.
Their story will be told,
of five brave men endlessly.

All sorrow is left for the women to bare.
The children cries, they live in fear.
No man was spared, no house or farm remains.
No christian woman unraped!

Their church consumed by flames...

Their steel shines red with enemy blood.
It sings of victory, granted by the Gods.
And as they return, bleeding but proud,
the horizon burns and the song is ringing loud.

Friends of the Suncross

Salt water licks my face,
and wind fills the sail.
We head for wars on distant shores.

My friends are all with me,
and so they'll always be.
We'll never bend until the end.

We cross the open waves,
on course to far off lands.
Thor guides our ships,
with his strong hands.

Across the waves our Sea Snakes fly,
carried like ravens in the sky.
By heavens breath on wings of death.

Blood will run red,
as we sever bodies from their heads.
We maim and kill by pure will.

We hail our Gods,
sacrifice in blood.
Our altar is the battlefield.

Death is something we don't fear,
though it's always near.
Ygg brings us home when time has come.

We are five of us,
friends of the suncross.
Strong and brave to the grave!

Abandoned

They came riding down the slopes,
five fearless men prepared to fight.
We heard with fear the rumbling earth,
in the mid-day light.

Surprised we saw all terrified,
the brave northmen's run.
The fearless five with power ride,
attacking us in the mid-day sun.

Their charge was fast, no alarm was sound.
They broke right through our lines.
I felt the cut it threw me to the ground,
and now I feel has come my time.

I lie here in my blood,
and see my family get killed.
I feel abandoned by my God,
I fear death's chill.

I see Hel's gates towering high.
And dark are they, I don't want to die!

No, I was wrong!
Denied the true Gods,
and now I'm doomed!

I trusted foreign men,
and their God's son.
But now, when I need them,
they are gone!

I see Hel's gates towering high.
And dark are they, I die!

They ride across the planes,
and punish those of false belief.
All resistance is in vain,
as they caress them with cold steel.

They are the punishers,
and they will never bend.
They are power the five of them,
from Asgard they are sent.

The power they have in all they do,
the Christians non will feel.
No one can escape them, no!
They will make them kneel!

Their fight is through, 
they must return.
No one here survived!

And as the blood red sky begins to burn,
to Valhall they will ride!

Amon Amarth

A storm rolls in from the sea,
covering the land with black thunder clouds.
Rain whips the ground at their feet,
as they come ashore in this foreign land.

Thunder breaks the silence,
of fivehundred men assembled ashore.
Gazing through the misty rain,
at the mountain not a mile away.

So dark and silent it stands there,
the mighty Amon Amarth.
Reaching for the cloud cloaked skies,
so grim and fearful in might.

With the wind in their backs they start walking,
decisive men of the north.
They strive through this darkened land,
with only Mount Doom in their sight.

The closer they get to the mountain,
the clearer their eyes can see.
A forest of one thousand spears awaiting,
awaiting the battle that will be.

A cry of war emerges,
echoes over the field.
Warriors run, like wolves up the slopes,
boldly charging the enemy lines.

With weapons so fearsome and sharp in their hands,
and shields of oakwood and steel.
They slit open stomachs and split skulls to the jaw,
intestines cover the field.

The defenders are weak in this brutal war,
the northmen have power and guts.
A bloodshed like no one has seen here before,
none can escape their cuts.

Arrows with fire fly through the air,
touching houses and shields.
The Vikings can feel victory is near,
as the enemy headlessly flees.

A gust of wind blows in from the north,
clearing the clouds away.
As twilight falls and the stars come forth,
and the Sea Wolves return to the bay.

Corpses lie scattered all over the field,
for the ravens to eat as they please.
The mountain is now left there behind,
as they sail with the first morning breeze.

Once Sent from the Golden Hall

Rumbling thunder cracks the sky,
and rain starts pouring down.
Lightning strikes a cold bright light,
upon the blooddrenched ground.

The sword play is hard,
and many fall.
Steel bites sharp in flesh!

And upon a mountain,
towering tall,
stand the messengers of death.

Five horsemen in armour bright,
waiting in the flashing light.
Looking down upon the field,
where Vikings fight with axe and shield.

On stallions black as night,
with eyes burning red.
They ride with thunder to the fight,
deliverance of certain death.

A warcry loud as Heimdall's horne,
echoes across the land.
Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone,
friends of doom proudly stand.

They ride faster than the wind,
with lightning speed they strike.
Black ravens follow where they've been,
to feed from those who died.

With power they wield their swords,
as they ride down fleeing men.
Sending them to Hel's dark court,
to never come back again.

The warriors ride once more,
to the mountain from which they came.
Once sent by the Gods to war,
and they never return in shame.

it seems as tho AA older albums are not only more brutal, but to some degree more melodic and melancholic

Ilk Başucu albumum...sonra da twilight of Thé. ...gelir

Martin <3

Victorious March <3

This album i used to practice guitar to back when it came out and i still do lol. I still have my original cd which is rare. I learned how to tremolo pick by listening to this album alot. Its really weird when i revisit this album because i feel like i wrote it lol.

I love swedish death metal bands like Amon Amarth

Better than shitty music that sells these days

Everything was better before. Now everything is shit. Even grass looks shittier these days. Back in my day grass was greener.

sounds like inflames

The transition from Without Fear into Victorious March is pure magic. Where is my axe?!?

Exactly....the best description ever

Once sent from the riff hall

While i listened to this, my phone has changed to a sword, my headphones to a shild, and my room in a snowy forest far away in the wild north...

SilvesterS - I like your description, my thoughts exactly!

i hope the shildren are okay

best music album EVER

Best AA album for me. The drums and distortion make this album stand out for me.

Without doubt, the best AA ever released, and definitely one of the pinnacles of melodeath.

Some of AA’s albums are so well made that you can listen from start to finish without having to skip any songs }(: {-

Joseph Russel Timpug Ison Such personality in a band mean no weak songs.

Fucking masterpiece lml

Friends Of The Suncross is so epic

It's been a while, but I still freakin' love this album!!

Without Fear has always been my fav on this one.

Lopez's work on this album is just unreal. A flow like no-other.

The other 4 members are pretty good also, don't you think???

Couldn't agree more; the flow is immaculate. Haven't encountered many albums with this quality of sequencing of songs.

The Dragons' Flight Across the Waves... goosebumps on skin

Martin Lopez is the shit. His playing on Soen's album Cognitive is purely masterful.

dang dude, try listeling to Deliverance. His time in ealy Opeth was his peak

"Abandoned" is great!! amazing album