The Mighty Doors Of The Speargod's Hall

A battle on distant shore

Seawolves warth sweep the land

Down from the skies valkyries ride

And walk the field halowed by tyr

The fight is hard, axes are swung

Swords bite sharp, men are slewn

The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field

Dead man's last bed and odin sees

Vikings fall, in blood they lie

The webs of norn's, they've met their fate

With shield and sword they've benn brought in pride

To the mighty doors of the speargod's hall

The gates open and into the hall of braves

The silently walk

The one-eyed sits in glory mighty

Raises his cup and says:"pa vida f§õltet

H§õrm§õn svingat

Det blanket sv§õrdet

Och banen m§ètt

Till den h§èges sal

De I §¹ra f§èrts

Och vid mj§èdet h§èr

Odin kv§õda"

Dawn breaks, the einherjer go to

Relive their fight

With passion swords held high

As they ride in the morning mist

The sun warms the air, warcries sound

Tor hjelpe! the battle begins

Charging horses with fire breath

Rush to battle, in glory die!

Swords sing in joy, again they cut

With shining edges, bloodstained steel

Axes shine, again they've been swung

Ripping flesh, death be done

And the cold night comes with charging darkness

To odin's hall the einherjer return

A feast awaits, until the next day

When warriors eyes again shall burn