To not seem soft and gentle My skin smooth My hair undone But in my softness my blood burns
On the battlefield I rise my sword Blood, blood, blood, blood
My galloping white horse Disappears in the morning mist What's left behind Is my defeated enemies
Streaming fire across the field Burning all in flames I pick up my sword And hold it high I have no fear To Valhalla I ride
On the battlefield I rise my sword Blood, blood, blood, blood
My galloping white horse Disappears in the morning mist What's left behind Is my defeated enemies
Rage I will on the battlefield I have no fear And in the bay of icy mist My Viking ghost ships arrive
And my body Given in the name of Odin For the honour's sake I will live or die
I will live or die And I fly upon The blackest of wings And soar through the dark nights
Blood, blood, blood, blood
My galloping white horse Disappears in the morning mist What's left behind Is my defeated enemies My galloping white horse Disappears in the morning mist What's left behind Is my defeated enemies
I pick up my sword and hold it up high I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride I pick up my sword and hold it up high I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride I pick up my sword and hold it up high I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride I pick up my sword and hold it up high I have no fear, to Valhalla I rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
