Valhalla

A mighty warrior is driven by desire
 To walk throughout his country namelessly
 The people bow and go before him casting flowers
 Make sacrifices in his name to victory
 He can't relinquish what he cannot even question
 His fingers stained with mortal blood
 The forces perched upon the brink of all destruction
 The balance must not be undone
 All roads lead to Valhalla
 All roads lead to Valhalla
 The angry warlords will demand he wield his power
 His hand has felled a thousand men
 He bears the mantle of his birthright without pleasure
 For soon the sun will rise and he will kill again
 All roads lead to Valhalla
 All roads lead to Valhalla
 All roads lead to Valhalla
 All roads lead to Valhalla
 All roads lead to Valhalla
 All roads lead to Valhalla