In the mist I see them... Trampling across the battlefield Wherein now I lay in wait Time to strike I shall not yield When the sun strikes rays on Snow covered trees branches rattle
Oh, the time is right for battle
Thunderous hoofs charge, now I must go Utterance of a litany for Odin's grace
Heavy weighted sword I clutch to thee this day Shield emblazoned carved with runes we pray Offering a glorious death to my enemies Winnowed last words drifting on the breeze
No time to mourn, or say goodbye Or praise your prowess to my gods up high!
(Doom Part)
He watches... He whispers... His ravens fly I've fallen... I can't move... Gray will fill this void of light Blood is mine... This last gasp Am I going home?
Odin... I call for thee. Please take me... home!!! Please take me home...
Valhalla The golden halls await By Odin's might won't you set me free...
have I not proven myself in war? Heimdall open up the gate for me!! Where have I gone wrong? Have I failed? Why am I not feasting with the gods?
Wherein I dwell, now my grace is gone. Memories of the battle slain, now I am
From the mists I see the gathering storm Ragnarok is coming now I must make hasteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
