Down The Slopes of Death Lyrics

Amon Amarth
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Down The Slopes of Death
Down the Slopes of Death he rides
The angels pound the drums
Darkness waits, the crumbling sky
Immation has begun

Bitter flames, quench the sky
They're vast, and filled with pain
A dying man, in agony
And can rob a man inside

A landed beach, fleeing spear
The boat arrives to harm
Of all the lies and the bitter fear
When Hagro sounds the alarm

But on the feild, winter's face
Fortold, a nation's times
A beast with sharp, yellow teeth
And hatred burning eyes

Today it draws its final breath,
The wisest God of all
His son will avenge his death
Your battles rather went foul
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He knows not what, is to come
The use to try and blame
What is to be, let it be done
What is to be, let it be done

He knows not what, is to come
The use to try and blame
What is to be, let it be done
What is to be, let it be done

Today it draws its final breath,
The wisest God of all
His son will avenge his death
Your battles rather went foul

Down the Slopes of Death he rides
The angels pound the drums
Darkness waits, the crumbling sky
Imation has begun

Down the Slopes of Death we ride
The angels pound the drums
Darkness waits, the crumbling sky
Newborn is the son