Valhalla's Final Warcry

Cold winds bite the iron skin,

Shadows of the deep begin.

Oarsmen pull through silver foam,

Far away from hearth and home.

Axes sharp and hearts of stone,

Claim the crown upon the throne.

Valhalla calls across the tide,

Where the ancient heroes ride.

Golden halls and mead so sweet,

Glory for the souls we meet.

Blood and fire, ice and steel,

Fate is turning on the wheel.

(Fate is turning on the wheel...)

Shield wall cracks and spears descend,

Brother fights until the end.

Raven flies above the fray,

Guiding ghosts through smoke and grey.

No retreat and no remorse,

Nature follows ancient course.

Valhalla calls across the tide,

Where the ancient heroes ride.

Golden halls and mead so sweet,

Glory for the souls we meet.

Blood and fire, ice and steel,

Fate is turning on the wheel.

(Fate is turning on the wheel...)

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