[00:00.000] 作词 : Hegg, Mikkonen
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Amon Amarth
[00:12.711]As his life's blood leaving
[00:14.423]I hold my son, my only son,
[00:17.366]and tears fill my burning eyes.
[00:20.058]
[00:20.058]While his skin turns pale as snow
[00:24.807]butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms.
[00:30.058]Slewn by the men of the single God,
[00:35.314]hatred burns in my chest.
[00:42.557]
[00:58.807]Rain falls from a raging Heaven,
[01:04.058]the wind howls like wolves at the moon.
[01:09.322]I will seek vengeance for my son,
[01:13.816]I swear I'll avenge my first born one.
[01:18.818]
[01:28.057]I ride fast through the woods,
[01:30.307]my friends are by my side.
[01:32.821]Dark hatred burns in my eyes,
[01:35.057]slaves of Hvitekrist today you die!
[01:47.558]
[01:56.518]"Mäktiga gudar i gyllene salen,
[01:59.019]hjälp mig i striden mot sondräparna.
[02:02.271]Den höge skall för huggen hämnas,
[02:05.520]och blod skall gäldas i blod."
[02:09.521]
[03:18.090]Our cloaks fly in the wind as
[03:20.088]we ride in the cold dark night.
[03:22.336]We're closing in our enemies with
[03:24.349]rage in our hearts burning bright.
[03:29.269]
[03:36.776]The clouds scatter
[03:38.031]in the northern wind,
[03:39.275]a full moon rides the
[03:40.519]pitch black sky.
[03:42.535]
[03:42.769]Now, hounds of Hvitekrist,
[03:44.771]your time has come to die!
[03:51.520]Kneel before my sword,
[03:53.968]no mercy, your time
[03:57.218]has come to die.
[03:59.038]
[04:59.295]This is the ride for vengeance!

作词 : Hegg, Mikkonen
作曲 : Amon Amarth
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 with
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!