The northern warriors pray

The hurted bodies raise

TYR God of war they praise



He's really proud to fall

Fall under the sharp blade

The only way to die



They vowed to die arms in hand (in hand)

Valhalla joy's waiting for them



White-armed maidens named

The coosers of the slain

Will take them to the Reign



They fill the Heroes horns

Someone looks like a skull

The drink of Gods they taste



[chorus]

Fightin' hardly the Heroes die

But the wounds are healed

Feasting the Heroes days

They will live forever



Oh, Oh