Scarecrows burning in the horizon
Ravens falling off old trees
Gales of Odin hailing thunder
Weeping maidens taken to sea
Valhalla dawning, Valhalla dawning...
Rags were drenched in dark of warm blood
Crimson milk, them, wanting to see
Baldur turns away in grievance
Freya's song could no longer hear
Valhalla dawning, Valhalla dawning...
Axes thrashing swords through nightfall
Poison arrows hurting the knees
In that centre of a great Shield War
Comfort is, what the warrior feels
Valhalla dawning, Valhalla dawning...
Valhalla dawning...
Tonight we dine and feast...
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