Once Sent from the Golden Hall
Rumbling thunder cracks the skyAnd rain starts pouring downLightning strikes a cold bright lightUpon the blooddrenched ground
The sword play is hardAnd many fallSteel bites sharp in fleshAnd upon a mountainTowering tallStand the messengers of death
Five horsemen in armour brightWaiting in the flashing lightLooking down upon the fieldWhere Vikings fight with axe and shield
On stallions black as nightWith eyes burning redThey ride with thunder to the fightDeliverance of certain death
A warcry loud as Heimdall's hornEchoes across the landEnemies who hear it freeze to the boneFriends of doom proudly stand
They ride faster than the windWith lightning speed they strikeBlack ravens follow where they've beenTo feed from those who died
With power they wield their swordsAs they ride down fleeing menSending them to Hel's dark courtTo never come back again
The warriors ride once moreTo the mountain from which they cameOnce sent by the gods to warAnd they never return in shame