the mighty doors of the speargod's hall

a battle on a distant shore

seawolves' wrath sweeps the land

down from the sky valkyries ride

and walk the field

hallowed by tyr

the fight is hard

axes swung

swords bite sharp

men are slain

the ground turns red

blood-soaked field

dead man's last bed and oden sees

vikings fall

in blood they lie

the web of horns

they've met their fate

with shield and sword

they're brought in pride

to mighty doors of the speargod's hall

the gates open and into the hall of braves

they silently walk

the one-eyed sits in glory might

raises his cup and says: pl vida faltet