
Date of issue: 12.03.2012
Song language: English
Till Valhall |
From the mountains they come down beating their war drums. |
They seek their end; |
we will gladly cast them forth. |
In front of me a thousand blades shine in sunlight. |
Overhead a raven calls, «we carry on.» |
Pre-chorus: |
At sunrise only the brave and strong remain. |
Our armor shines gold in the light. |
So now raise high your horn, |
And call to the raven in flight. |
Day has turned to night, yet fighting spirit remains bright. |
Those who have taken up their sword have become immortal. |
Who braves the harshessed winds? |
Who has the blood on their sword? |
Can you feel the gods have chosen you to bear the burden? |
Long through the night we have fought. |
No fear in our hearts, or thoughts of death. |
With your great favor we live on. |
‘Till Valhal we drink and fight. |