Decayed Drums Of Valhalla
As I stand here in silence. Amongst the nocturnal mist.
In this land of condemned peace. The winter moon rises
once more… I watch the shadows down below. Figures twist
by the fire. The wind blows through my hair. Takes my
fears away… Drums of Valhalla… The morning shall come.
And swords shall be drawn. The Einherjar will guide our
hands. Our foes shall be slain… Looking in the eyes of
Hel. To battle we shall ride. If our bodies will fall.
Only Odin decides… Drums of Valhalla… When the moon will
rise once more. Valkyries shall come for our souls. To
the Hall they will lead us. Hall of the Dead… To the
sound of drums. Our names shall be spoken. Forever we
will feast. Until our second fall on Ragnarok.