Battle March

Stride into the fray 
And ride on the wings of your demise 
Today of all days 
Is a glorious day to die 
None shall remember why we fought 
Till our final breath 
But if battle pleases the gods 
I shall sing to Odin for a warriors death 

Battle march 

I fear no marauder's blade 
Nor witch or wizard's spell 
Fight I shall until I breathe no more 
And heed the call of the death knell 
Ascend shall I to the gates of Valhalla 
Cleansed in heavenly showers 
The gates open wide in welcome 
As I enter treading on the skulls of cowards 

Battle march 

Stride into the fray 
And ride on the wings of your demise 

Alone in the dark 
Far from the light 
My sword is by my side 
War-torn in the cold 
The battle wages on 
Bloodlust, instinct, never ending 

War! 

Ride in battle, sons of Odin 
Ride into battle, march! 

Battle march