Souls fly to Valhalla From the hills that run red We fight the nameless enemy Eaters of the dead
The coming of the fireworm Its thunderous sound we dread They ride to feed their queen tonight And make trophies of our heads
Eaters of the dead
The thunder caves we ride to Into the realm of dread Destroy the savage Vendor Our victorys ahead
Eaters of the dead
Lo there I see my father Lo there I see my mother Lo there I see my sister Lo there I see my brother Lo there I see my people From days long past they summon To take my place among them Our dead shall live forever!
