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.
