Where do all the dead men go

From the battlefields?

Where are their exploded bones

Their useless swords and shields?

In the Hall of Ancient gods,

Are they now at piece,

Or are they fighting evermore

To earn their last release?



Midgard, Heaven, Kingdom Come

Are they all the same

Fallen heroes warriors

The valiant the slain

Did they beleive or did they die in vain?



Immortal dead, fathers and sons

When all is said and all is done,

Running for your life, dying for the cause

Pawns in the game

Voices from the war.



The men they march away to fight

Their fate is never clean

They never all come home again

To tell of what they've seen

In the battles bloody fury

Is the verdict just?

Executioner, judge and jury

Forgotten in the dust.



Valhalla Happy hunting ground

Are they all the same

Fallen heroes, warriors the valiant the slain.

Did they beleive or did they die ashamed?



Immortal dead, brothers and sons

All is said, all is done

Fighting to the death

What did they do it for?

Soldiers of the cross

Voices from the war.



The battlefields are silent now,

The graves all look the same

The crosses without number

And so many without names

In the battles misery

Drowned in blood and fear.

A hundred hundred thousand

For a hundred thousand years



Are they in a better place,

Or do they lie unclaimed,

The heroes, the deserters, the cowardly, the shamed

Did they know or did they die insane?

Mourn for the lost,

Stolen from their lives,

Gone before their time

No chance to say goodbye,

Fighting to the death

How could they be so sure?

Voices from the grave,

Voic