Stride into the fray
And ride on the wings of your demise
Today of all days
Is a glorious day to die
None shall remember why we fought
Till our final breath
But if battle pleases the gods
I shall sing to Odin for a warriors death
Battle march
I fear no marauder's blade
Nor witch or wizard's spell
Fight I shall until I breathe no more
And heed the call of the death knell
Ascend shall I to the gates of Valhalla
Cleansed in heavenly showers
The gates open wide in welcome
As I enter treading on the skulls of cowards
Battle march
Stride into the fray
And ride on the wings of your demise
Alone in the dark
Far from the light
My sword is by my side
War-torn in the cold
The battle wages on
Bloodlust, instinct, never ending
War!
Ride in battle, sons of Odin
Ride into battle, march!