Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Fly high, a raven through the sky, where ancient spirits never die.
But hollow ways beyond the form.
Guide my warrior safely home, home, guide him home.
Look at the shoreline blood on the sand, axe in my grip and the shield in my hand.
Waste crash it hard on the hull of the ship.
Frozen in time with a deli tie grip.
The fear of the grave.
Only the strong and the bold and the brave.
Valhalla is calling.
I see the horizon through thunder and lightning.
The gods are arising.
No turning back when the sails are unfurled.
We fight to the death at the edge of the world.
Steel against iron, the clash and the roar.
