A shield wall, a black horde, the program of the day. Honour sworn, swords drawn, a battle cry breaks the day. A sea of broken bodies and cries lost in the noise. we ride to death and glory, We recognise our choice. I see my brothers who ride with me. I'll die like father, fighting bravely. Bright fire, dark runes. I swore I'd die with honour, but never knew the time. Now I'm looking to the gods to give me a sign. My wife and child both waiting for me to return anew. I'll see them in Valhalla, as a short sword runs me through. I see my brothers who ride with me. I'll die like father, fighting bravely. Bright fire, dark runes. I see my brothers who died with honour. I see my father welcoming me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
