My throat is raw with tales of the cold
Of sagas writ in battles of old
The runic scars, they burn on my skin
A warrior's heart, where the wild winds spin
Hear my voice from the depths of the fjord
A Viking's truth, by axe and by sword
Let the drums thunder, let the mead flow free
For the blood of my kin and the land of the sea
Odin's gaze upon me it falls
I answer the ancient... the raven's calls
The salt wind whips, the longship it flies
Beneath the gaze of grey northern skies
No fear I know, of wave or of tide
With shield and spear, by my brothers I ride
The sea it groans, the mountain it looms
We carve our path through shadows and glooms
A song of triumph, a lament for the lost
Paid for in courage, whatever the cost
Hear my voice from the depths of the fjord
A Viking's truth, by axe and by sword
Let the drums thunder, let the mead flow free
For the blood of my kin and the land of the sea
Odin's gaze upon me it falls
I answer the ancient... the raven's calls
Though shadows deepen and the stars grow dim
My spirit roars from limb unto limb
For honor's sake and for glory untold
A legend forged, more precious than gold
Hark! The horns sound, the journey's begun
Another dawn beneath the cold sun
Valhalla awaits... Valhalla awaits!