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 Fältet
Härmän Svingat
Det Blanket Svärdet
Och Banen Mött
Till Den Höges Sal
de I Ära Förts
Och Vid Mjödet Hör
Odin Kväda”

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