Northern Rage

[Ramcke, Reshoft] Nighte hath gone The lighte of dawne fills the lande Warhordes appeare on the filde The pounding of feete hammereth the grounde Swords are struck on their shieldes A spear is throwne into the foeman's horde Sacrificing them all May

Fivehundred gates and forty eke Open the brighte golden halle In Gladsheim where the one-eyed god Welcomes the fallen ones Only the bravest of all warriors Shalle be selected by the valkyries Valhalla Glorious halle up highe Home of the brave, open t

Dark, black as the nighte The enemies'fighte Strong warriors with a chest full of pride Wrathe to be revealed in the foremost rank Clad like bears they're marching And they're resolute to fighte Invulnerable to fire and iron No sworde can bite me whe