A battle on a distant shore Seawolves wrath sweeps 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 slain The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field Dead mans last bed and Oden sees Vikings fall, in blood they lie The web of Horns Theyve met their fate With shield and sword Theyre brought in pride To mighty doors of the Speargods hall The gates open and into the hall of braves They silently walk The oneeyed sits in glory might Raises his cup and says Pl vida faltet Harman svingat Det blankat svardet Oeh banen mott Till den hoges sal De i ara forts Oeh vid mjodet hor Oden kvada Dawn breaks. The Einherjer goes to Relive their last fight With passion, swords held high As they ride in the morning mist The sun warms the air War cries 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 theyre swung Ripping flesh death be done The cold night comes With charging darkness To Odens hall The Einherjer return A feast awaits until the next day When warriors eyes again shall burn
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