Amon Amarth "Wrath of the Norsemen" Songtext

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Wrath of the Norsemen

My head hurts like hellCan't open my eyesMy clothes are all wetAnd I'm freezing right throughDon't know where I amOr how to get homeMy arms they're so numbAnd it's hard to get up

My muscles they acheWith every moveI stand on my feetBut my knees feel so weak

[Chorus:]Somebody wake meFrom this horrible dreamSomebody save meFrom this terror I feel

[Solo: Söderberg]

I stumble aroundOn the soft muddy groundI call out the nameOf the friends I can't findBut only the windAnd the ravens reply

With every gaspwith every breathSmoke fills my lungsAnd my intestines wrenchWith every gaspThe sweet taste of deathThe air is full of a thickPungent stench

[Solo: Söderberg]

So comes then rainIt's colder than iceI wash off my faceAnd open my eyesAnd then I seebut wish I were blind

They are all deadThere's blood everywhereThe Norsemen they leftOnly death and despairA stench of fleshThat fills the Autumn air

[Chorus:]Somebody wake meFrom this horrible dreamSomebody save meFrom this terror and painNo one can save meFrom this horrible dreamNo one can hear meOr my heart-wrenching screams

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