The Mighty Doors Of The Speargod's Hall Lyrics

A battle on a distant shore,
Seawolves' wrath sweeps the land.
Down from the sky Valkyries ride,
and walk the field, hallowed by Tyr.

The fight is hard, axes swung.
Swords bite sharp, men are slain.
The ground turns red, blood-soaked field.
Dead man's last bed and Oden sees...

Vikings fall, in blood they lie.
The web of Norns, they've met their fate.
With shield and sword they're brought in pride,
to mighty doors of the Speargod's hall.

The gates open and into the hall of braves,
they silently walk.
The one-eyed sits in glory might,
raises his cup and says:

"Pl vida faltet harman svingat,
det blankat svardet.
Oeh banen mott till den hoges sal,
de i ara forts oeh vid mjodet hor,
Oden kvada."

Dawn breaks and the Einherjer,
goes to relive their last fight.
With passion, swords held high,
as they ride in the morning mist.

The sun warms the air,
War cries sound:
"Tor Hjelpe!"
The battle begins!

Charging horses with fire in breath,
rush to battle, in glory die!

Swords sing in joy!
Again they cut,
with shining edges.
Blood-stained steel.

Axes shine,
again they're swung.
Ripping flesh,
death be done.

The cold night comes,
with charging darkness.
To Oden's hall,
the Einherjer return.

A feast awaits,
until the next day.
When warriors' eyes,
again shall burn.