Amon Amarth. Versus The World. Bloodshed. Zeneszám

Midgard's cold and hatred reigns hunger and disease
Fenris is set free again, chaos is unleashed
The storm of death sweeps the shores
Famine sweep the land, ties of kinship is no more

Sons die by their father's hand, two men meet on battleground
Their eyes are full of hate, by sacred oaths both are bound
Death will be their fate, they share the blood of once proud men
Yet foes they have become, one fights for truth, the other for faith

Perish has begun
Here comes the bloodshed
It's the age of bloodshed
Here comes the bloodshed
It's the age of bloodshed

Two brothers meet in battle heat, both will die to day
No victory and no defeat, death is their only way
In their eyes is no remorse, they make their final charge
Thrusting their swords with mortal force, piercing each other's hearts

Here comes the bloodshed
It's the age of bloodshed
Here comes the bloodshed
Prepare for bloodshed