Valhalla

Blood shall shed, as we trample the dead
Clashing of swords, Symphony of steel
Heads of the fallen adorned on pikes
Their sightless eyes guide our strike

Blades feast on flesharrows sing with the wind
Our enemy presses on we cannot win
Valkyries descend on rays of light
Onward we die, to Valhalla we ride

ODIN CALL THUNDER FROM THE SKY

Cresting over the clouds we can see what's revealed
A castle of stone stands high in the sky
In Asgards womb it lies