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• Artiste: Amon Amarth
• Titre: Avenger
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My pale face face glows in the light of fire My hollow eyes see but cannot see I stare deep into the glowing inferno The loss I feel is breaking me I heard their screams Through flaming walls Walls, I could not tear down I could not help them Helplessly I watched my life go up in flames I pull the sword from the glowing fire And hammer-beat in on the anvil Forging it with rage and hate I will seal my enemy's fate I ingrave the blade with magic runes And summon Gods by sacrifice in blood Pure blue hate shines within this sword his magic sword will cut only once No sword has ever been like this one The Avenger is its name Now my sworn enemy Vengeance will belong to me A year has gone by Now my sworn enemy It's your turn to die It's your turn to die! The sword cuts through his throat His head tumbles to the ground The headless body lays gently down Down to sleep in a pool of blood The Avenger has lost its shine The magic is now drained Dull and useless it rests in my hand Its purpose is soon fulfilled Now hate is gone but emptiness remains So I turn the blade around And run it through my stomach veins And I fall to the ground