Amon Amarth - Wrath of the Norsemen

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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!