Til Valhallar

מילים

[Intro – Deep male spoken voice, slow pounding war drums, distant horn] Across the sea, beneath the storm, Where frozen mountains rise, Our fathers sailed before us, Under Odin's watchful eyes. [Male warriors chanting – low and rhythmic] Heill Óðinn! Heill Þórr! (Hail Odin! Hail Thor!) Til Valhallar! (To Valhalla!) [Verse 1 – Deep gravelly bass, steady drums] We pushed our ships into the waves, Before the break of dawn, A hundred men with axe and shield, To lands where none had gone. The northern wind was at our backs, The sea began to roar, We raised our sails beneath the stars, And left our native shore. [Pre-Chorus – Drums building, male chanting] The ravens circle overhead, The thunder shakes the sky, Our enemies shall know our names, For on this day they die! [Chorus – Powerful male bass, warriors chanting behind] WE ARE THE BLOOD OF THE NORTH! Born of thunder, forged in flame! WE ARE THE SONS OF THE STORM! And the world shall know our name! Raise your axes! Raise your shields! Let the battle horns resound! Til Valhallar! Til Valhallar! Till our blood runs o'er the ground! [Verse 2 – Heavy rhythmic drums, gritty bass vocal] We reached the shore at morning light, Our longships touched the sand, The warriors gathered side by side, With sharpened steel in hand. Their army stood upon the hill, Their banners flying high, But when they heard our battle cry, They knew that men would die. [Pre-Chorus – Male voices, increasingly aggressive] The shields were struck, the horns were blown, The ravens took to flight, We charged across the bloodied field, And fought till fading light! [Chorus – Full instrumentation] WE ARE THE BLOOD OF THE NORTH! Born of thunder, forged in flame! WE ARE THE SONS OF THE STORM! And the world shall know our name! Raise your axes! Raise your shields! Let the battle horns resound! Til Valhallar! Til Valhallar! Till our blood runs o'er the ground! [Bridge – Music drops to heartbeat drums, female haunting Nordic vocal] Óðinn, tak við þeim... (Odin, receive them...) Til Valhallar... (To Valhalla...) [Male spoken – Very deep, almost whispered] I saw my brother fall that day, His axe still in his hand, He smiled as life slipped from his eyes, And fell upon the sand. [Female voice – Ethereal, distant] The Valkyries are calling, The fallen hear their song, Beyond the gates of Valhalla, Where our warriors belong. [Final Chorus – Massive drums, war horns, male and female harmonies] WE ARE THE BLOOD OF THE NORTH! Born of thunder, forged in flame! WE ARE THE SONS OF THE STORM! And the world shall know our name! Raise your axes! Raise your shields! Let the battle horns resound! Til Valhallar! Til Valhallar! Till our blood runs o'er the ground! [Outro – Drums slow, deep male spoken voice] The sea shall carry our stories, Long after we are gone, For the blood of the North runs deep... And our names shall live on. Heill Óðinn... Til Valhallar...