The Mighty Doors Of The Speargod's Hall

A battle on a distant shore
 Seawolves wrath sweep the land
 Down from the sky valkyries ride
 And walk the field hallowed by Tyr
 The fight is hard, axes 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 Norns, they've met their fate
 With shield and sword they've brought in pride
 To the mighty doors of the speargod's hall
 The gates are open
 Into the hall of braves they silently walk
 The one-eyed sits in glory might
 Raises his cup and says
 "På vida fältet härmän svingat
 Det blanka 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 last 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 in breath
 Rush to battle
 In glory die
 Swords sing in joy, again they cut
 With shining edges, bloodstained steel
 Axes shine, again they're swung
 Ripping flesh, death be done
 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