The Mighty Doors of the Speargod's Hall
A battle on a distant shoreSeawolves' wrath sweeps the landDown from the sky Valkyries rideAnd walk the field, hallowed by Tyr
The fight is hard, axes swungSwords bite sharp, men are slainThe ground turns red, blood-soaked fieldDead man's last bed and Oden sees
Vikings fall, in blood they lieThe web of NornsThey've met their fateWith shield and swordThey're brought in prideTo mighty doors of the speargod's hall
The gates open and into the hall of bravesThey silently walkThe one-eyed sits in glory mightRaises his cup and says:
"På vida fältetHar man svingatDet blankat svärdetOch banen möttTill den höges salDe i ära förtsOch vid mjödet hörOden kvada"
Dawn breaks the Einhärjar goes toRelive their last fightWith passion, swords held highAs they ride in the morning mist
The sun warms the airWar cries sound"Tor hjälpe!"The battle begins
Charging horses with fire in breathRush to battle - in glory die!
Swords sing in joyAgain they cutWith shining edgesBlood-stained steel
Axes shine, again they're swungRipping flesh - death be done
The cold night comesWith charging darknessTo Oden's hallThe Einhärjar return
A feast awaits until the next dayWhen warriors' eyes again shall burn