To not seem soft and gentle
My skin smooth
My hair undone
But in my softness my blood burns
On the battlefield
I rise my sword
Blood, blood, blood, blood
My galloping white horse
Disappears in the morning mist
What's left behind
Is my defeated enemies
Streaming fire across the field
Burning all in flames
I pick up my sword
And hold it high
I have no fear
To Valhalla I ride
On the battlefield
I rise my sword
Blood, blood, blood, blood
My galloping white horse
Disappears in the morning mist
What's left behind
Is my defeated enemies
Rage I will on the battlefield
I have no fear
And in the bay of icy mist
My Viking ghost ships arrive
And my body
Given in the name of Odin
For the honour's sake
I will live or die
I will live or die
And I fly upon
The blackest of wings
And soar through the dark nights
Blood, blood, blood, blood
My galloping white horse
Disappears in the morning mist
What's left behind
Is my defeated enemies
My galloping white horse
Disappears in the morning mist
What's left behind
Is my defeated enemies
I pick up my sword and hold it up high
I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride
I pick up my sword and hold it up high
I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride
I pick up my sword and hold it up high
I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride
I pick up my sword and hold it up high
I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride
