Amon Amarth - A Fury Divine

Death is drawing near I know it's true but I have no fear I know I can't escape my: FATE! Turns it's deadly wheel Judgement day is closing in but still I cannot feel: REMORSE! Is for the weak I stand silent while they speak, their accusations are all: LIES! Spread by preaching men I'm on trial for being who I am And praising the Gods of my native land I will stand firm, I refuse to kneel The fury in me is divine My dark grave awaits, my fate is revealed But I'm not afraid to die Death! The day to die is here The sun rides high on the northern sphere And the executioner sharpens his: Axe! Shines in the sun I smile when they tie me down And hear the sound of the falling blade Death! Sweet death, relieve me from this world Death! Sweet death, relieve me, relieve: So death finally came to him The pagan man could not be turned He faced death with a grin Now his head rests in the dust The proud man stood firm, he refused to kneel Then fury in him was divine Now he is dead, his fate has been sealed He's brought to Golden Hall up high