Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put Your Back Into The Oar , by - Amon Amarth. Release date: 16.02.2022
Song language: English
Put Your Back Into The Oar |
| The ships await us by the Birka quay |
| All prepared with sixty oars |
| They will carry us on the open sea |
| Heading out to glory wars |
| We have blothed to Aegir |
| To the daughters of Ran |
| We are willing and eager |
| We are leaving at dawn |
| Four days of good wind |
| Then we awoke to an ocean mirror calm |
| Slacking sails, we are drifting |
| No direction, we are drifting |
| Glory calls from beyond the waves |
| A chance for fame and rich reward |
| Honour waits beyond the grave |
| So put your back into the oar |
| The sun is burning, now we’re lost at sea |
| Our rations are running low |
| Thirsty throats and hungry fleas |
| But we still got many days to go |
| We are crossing the ocean |
| Left our home in the north |
| The oars have set us in motion |
| They will carry us forth |
| Each man builds his own fame |
| Now everyone, show me what you’re worth |
| Who recalls a coward’s name? |
| No one remembers, who remembers |
| Glory calls from beyond the waves |
| Beckons those with a heart for war |
| Honour waits beyond the grave |
| So put your back into the oar |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| (The oar is your best friend) |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| (For a triumphant end) |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| (Row for victory) |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| Row! |
| (Into history) |
| Grab your oars |
| Row to glory wars |
| And for victory |
| Into history |
| Each man builds his own fame |
| Now everyone, show me what you’re worth |
| Who recalls a coward’s name? |
| No one remembers, who remembers |
| Glory calls from beyond the waves |
| Beckons those with a heart for war |
| Honour waits beyond the grave |
| Fear not a bloody fate |
| Glory calls from beyond the waves |
| A chance for fame and rich reward |
| Honour waits beyond the grave |
| So put your back into the oar |