Wrath of the Norsemen - Amon Amarth

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!

O my heart rending

Screams!