Till Valhall

From the mountains they come down beating their war drums.
They seek their end; we will gladly cast them forth.
In front of me a thousand blades shine in sunlight.
Overhead a raven calls, «we carry on.»
Pre-chorus:
At sunrise only the brave and strong remain.
Our armor shines gold in the light.
So now raise high your horn,
And call to the raven in flight.
Day has turned to night, yet fighting spirit remains bright.
Those who have taken up their sword have become immortal.
Who braves the harshessed winds?
Who has the blood on their sword?
Can you feel the gods have chosen you to bear the burden?
Long through the night we have fought.
No fear in our hearts, or thoughts of death.
With your great favor we live on.
‘Till Valhal we drink and fight.