Where Death Seems To Dwell – Amon AmarthBy “Through a dark and desolate valley he walksPale, flickering fires light the wayAlong an ice cold river lies his pathThe sky is of darkest greyA cold wind pierce through his bonesAnd the sharp rocks cut his feetHis clothes and skin are ripped by thornsHis eyes appear to bleed”The land is dead and dryThe water is poisonousUnknown creatures howling to the skyBlood chilling and ravenousThe air is thick and denseA smell of rotting fleshEvery breath is like one thousand knivesCutting through his chestBlack birds of prey circle the skyHe hears the shadows moanHe sees pale faces pass him byBut he walks this path aloneDarkness fills his heart with chilling fearA nameless fear he cannot quellHow did he ever end up here?This place where death seems to dwellHe repeats the question in his weary mindThe riddle gives him no restYet he knows the answer deep insideHe’s been touched by the chill of deathEnchanting voices urge him onThrough he wants to turn aroundThey sing to him with soothing wordsA chilling, frighting soundA cold blue light shimmer aheadWhere a mountain reaches for the skyNidafiell, mountain of the deadTerrifying it’s mightHe approach the gateshis heart is coldHe understands all to wellShe awaits himThe truth unfoldsHe’s been sent to Nifelhel www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20