Friends of the Suncross by Amon Amarth
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 seasnakes 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 battlefields.
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 suncross. strong and brave to the grave!.