We were summoned to the golden hall
The weight of the orders bestowed
No man could ever bear
We have to choose between death and dishonor
Waiting for the end
We pull our buckles tight
And we kiss our wives goodbye
For this final time
Winds of ice bite our flesh
As we take the first step
Where even the bravest fear to go
Their corpses lie in waiting
Two hundred years of ice and snow
Hasn’t extinguished their burning rage
Guardians of the halls of ice
Protectors of the graves
Beyond the northern skies
Where we fear to make our way
We reach for our sword and our axe
Waiting to attack
We strained our eyes through the storm
Waiting for the end
Grey silhouettes emerge from the fjord
As frost grips upon my axe
Soon it will be drenched in the blood
Of those who resist our attack
Into the night we ride
The charge was fierce and fast my brother’s fought with grace
Our bodies will fall but our souls will rise for the warrior who meets his fate
An honored death is all we ask no matter what pain
Mead and women lie in wait for the warrior who meets his fate
Valhalla take me home