RISE IN VALHALLA

Odin Call us through the storm. Open wide, the gates of war. Born in frost, in salt, in flame. No fear of death, no need for name. Waves and steel shape what we are. Life is short, but honor scars. No step back, no breath to waste. Fate stands close, we meet its face. We rise. We fall. We fear no end. Death is not... The foe we face. We stand. We fight. Until we break. Honor is... The path we take. To die in war. Is not to fall. It is to rise. In Valhalla. Shields locked tight, we hold the line. Not to live, but face design. Blood will fall and so will we. Still we charge, still we believe. No retreat, no shattered will. Faith burns strong within us still. We rise. We fall. We fear no end. Death is not... The foe we face. We stand. We fight. Until we break. Honor is... The path we take. To die in war. Is not to fall. It is to rise. In Valhalla. Blades will break, bones will fall, But names will echo through it all. No silence waits beyond the breath. Only glory after death. We rise, we burn. We take the sky. No chain, no dark. Can hold us down. We fight. We roar. We never die. Our names will thunder. Through the ground. No fear, no end. No fading call. We live again. In Valhalla. Storm will fade, but we remain in endless halls, Beyond the pain. Not gone. Not lost. Not small. We rise forever. In Valhalla.