In the halls of the battle slain, proud warriors living here lie, choosen to rise once again... under Asgard's godly skies. Where the heroes' feast is had, lie Odin's ever watchful guides, above the open fields... with the quivers of selfless life.
Bountiful life... Bountiful life!
For kith and kin they now lie, where in death comes life's reward, those chosen for their will to die... sacrificing for the folk of Migard. Valiant to the call of the Valkyrie and the will of the eternal Weir, they rode to the battle and decreed... that death's gift should not be feared.
Bountiful life... Bountiful life... Bountiful life... Bountiful life!
So take these gifts of our father's past, and live the live of Odin's breed, fearing never that this life won't last, for better rewards in Valhalla await thee. If you fear not the path least tread, and take the path by few trodden living always by your words once said, and the wide and endless... ...horizon.
So take these gifts of our father's past, and live the live of Odin's breed, fearing never that this life won't last, for better rewards in Valhalla await thee. If you fear not the path least tread, and take the path by few trodden living always by your words once said, and the wide and endless... ...horizon.
In the halls of the battle slain, proud warriors living here lie, choosen to rise once again...
under Asgard's godly skies. Where the heroes'
feast is had, lie Odin's ever watchful guides,
above the open fields... with the quivers of
selfless life.
