Það á pottþétt eftir að virka! Eða eins og textahöfundur Amon Amarth orðaði það: “We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail, Deep in the land of the Rus'. Following the wind in our sails, And the rhythm of the oars. No shelter in this hostile land, Constantly on guard. Ready to fight and defend Our ship ‘til the bitter end. We came under attack, I received a deadly wound. A spear was forced into my back Still I fought on. When I am dead, Lay me in a mound. Raise a stone for all to see Runes...